THE  OLD  FIREPLACE. 


flIMlwaufcee 

press  Club  JBoofe. 


p  ubli0bc^  bv  tbe  Ob  ihvaufcee  p  rcss  C  lub. 
1895. 


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of 
Ube  Evcninti  Titlisconsin  Company. 


HENRY  E.   LEGLER 
CHARLES  K.   LUSH 
JOHN  G.  GREGORY 
JULIUS  BLEYER 
MATHER  D.   KIMBALL 
CAPT.  CHAS.   KING,  U.  S.  A. 
FRANK  MARKLE 
H.  G.   UNDERWOOD. 


Edited  by 

Charles  K.  Lush, 
W.  T.  Walthall,  Jr. 


Ubis  36oofe  is  not  2)eoicate&  to 

anyone,  but  if  it  were 

tbe  name  of  Cbas.  H.  2>ana  woulfc 

appear  upon  tbis  page. 


CONTENTS. 


PACK. 

INTRODUCTORY,        9 

THE  CLUB  AT  HOME 21 

THE  PRESS — PAST  AND  PRESENT, 31 

THE  WORLD'S  FAIR  JOURNALISTS, 47 

COOKERS'  AND  EATERS'  ASSOCIATION,    .        .        .        .65 

EASTER  AT  THE  CLUB, 61 

THE  CLUB'S  ANNUAL  OUTING, 71 

WISCONSIN  WAR  CORRESPONDENTS,        .        .        .        -79 
AFTER-DINNER  REMINISCENCES,      .....    87 

To  SCUDDAY  RICHARDSON, 97 

ROSTER  OF  MEMBERS,     ......    111-112 


M188867 


Copyrighted   1895,  by  Milwaukee  Press  Club. 


front  door 


POUR  newspaper    men 
cautiously   felt  their 
way   down    the  dark   back 
stairway  of  the  old  Sentinel 
building  at  3  o'clock  in  the  € 

morning,  November  I,  1885.  ^n  tnose  days 
was  locked  at  midnight,  and  there  was  no  elevator.  In  the 
cellars  of  the  Sentinel,  Heroic!  and  Seebote  the  presses  were 
clanking  away,  turning  out  the  usual  assortment  of  puffs, 
libels  and  uncolored  truths.  "  Thirty  "  had  been  called  twen- 
ty minutes  before,  and  the  quartette  hurried  down  Newspaper 
Row,  turned  on  East  Water  Street  and  headed  for  an  all-night 
chop-house  half-way  down  the  block.  As  they  munched  their 
ham  sandwiches  and  washed  them  down  with  the  foaming 
brew  indigenous  to  Milwaukee,  the  grain  was  planted  that 
germinated  and  grew  into  a  Milwaukee  Press  Club.  It 
seemed  a  Herculean  task  to  band  the  boys  together  in  the  year 
1885,  for  strained  relations  then  existed  (now  happily  altered) 
between  workers  employed  on  the  one  paper  and  "the  fellows 
on  the  other  sheets."  It  must  be  admitted  that  ten  years  ago 
there  was  not  the  spirit  of  comradery  that  prevails  to-day 
among  the  newspaper  men  of  the  city — whether  of  high  or  low 
degree.  Reporters  on  one  paper  regarded  those  on  another 
as  the  incarnation  of  all  that  was  unprofessional.  It  was 
suspected  that  among  those  higher  in  authority  there  was 
cherished  a  feeling  for  contemporaries  that  ached  to  find 
vent  in  personal  peppery  editorials.  Archie  Foster's  sugges- 
tion seemed  impossible  of  realization.  Only  a  year  or  two 
before  a  futile  attempt  had  been  made  in  the  same  direction, 
the  only  relics  of  the  Club  being  an  elaborate  constitution, 


James  Langland. 


with  by-laws,  and  a  vote  of  thanks 
from  the  managers  of  the  Babies' 
Home,  to  whom  the  proceeds  of  a 
benefit  entertainment  were  voted 
when  the  Club  gave  up  the  ghost. 
Whether  from  the  cause  noted, 
or  because  the  newspaper  men 
were  unusually  busy  on  the  8th  of 
November,  1885,  it  appears  from  the 
minutes  of  the  preliminary  meeting 
held  in  a  room  of  the  Herold  build- 
ing on  that  day,  that  but  a  baker's 
dozen  were  present.  They  were  Jas.  Langland,  Frank  Bis- 
singer,  Alex.  W.  Dingwall,  James  Bannen,  Geo.  C.  Youngs, 
Henry  C.  Campbell,  Robert  Strong,  E.  R.  Petherick,  Curt  M. 
Treat,  W.  F.  Hooker,  Archie  Foster,  Geo.  P.  Mathes,  Frank 
Markle  and  Henry  E.  Legler.  One  encouraging  feature  was 
that  every  English  daily  was  represented.  A  temporary  organ- 
ization was  effected,  with  Curt  Treat  as  chairman,  and  Robert 
Strong  as  secretary,  and  everybody  present  was  put  on  the 
assignment  book  to  hustle  for  members. 

And  they  did.  The  growth  of  the  Club  was  rapid,  and  the 
Milwaukee  Press  Club  to-day  is  one  of  the  most  flourishing 
in  the  country.  By  bringing  the  members  of  the  profession 
together  socially,  the  asperities  of  business  competition  have 
been  confined  to  business  hours  and  business  places,  and  the 
younger  members  of  the  press  gang  have  come  to  realize  that 
there  are  a  lot  of  jolly  good  fellows  working  on  papers  other 
than  the  ones  for  which  they  scratch  for  a  living.  The  unique 
rooms  occupied  by  the  lub  are  the  delight  of  all  the  Bohe- 
mians from  abroad  who  have  visited  them,  the  public  enter- 
tainments are  social  events;  and  the  influence  of  the  Club  out- 
side its  own  membership  has  been  to  elevate  newspaper  men 
and  their  work  in  the  estimation  of  the  community. 

It  has  become  the  unwritten  law  of  the  Club  to  elect  its 
officers — from  president  down — from  among  the  younger  active 
workers  on  the  press,  and  this  rule  was  suspended  but  once. 


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The  first  election  was  held  November  15,  1885,  and  resulted 
as  follows  : 

President — JAMES  LANG  LAN  i  >. 

First  Vice- President — GEO.  C.  YOUNGS. 

Second  Vice-President — HERMAN  BRAUN. 

Secretary — JERRE  C.  MURPHY. 

Treasurer — ALEX.  W.  DINGWALL. 

Executive  Committee — H.  P.  MYRICK,  L.  W.  NIEMAN, 
HERMAN  BLEYER,  FRANK  BISSINGER,  C.  M.  TREAT. 

The  offices  were  thus  distributed  with  geometrical  precis- 
ion so  as  to  give  the  different  papers  representation.  That 
was  ten  years  ago,  of  course.  In  recent  elections,  the  dispo- 
sition has  been  on  the  part  of  the  men  on  one  paper  to  elect  as 
officers  representatives  from  the  other  papers  in  preference  to 
their  own  co-workers — just  to  show  that  there  are  no  hard 
feelings. 

Jerre  Murphy  notified  the  Club  at  its  next  meeting  that  he 
must  decline  the  honor  accorded  him,  and  Henry  C.  Campbell 
was  chosen  Secretary  in  his  place. 

The  first  entertainment  was  given  at  the  old  Academy, 
December  9,  1885.  It  is  remembered  to  this  day  as  some- 
thing unique  in  that  line.  The  programme  lasted,  with  the 
numerous  encores,  till  past  midnight,  and  the  audience  re- 
mained in  their  seats  till  the  end,  and  seemed  loath  to  go  even 
then.  It  was  the  first  and  last  time  in  the  history  of  Milwau- 
kee theaters  that  some  of  the  best 
known  people  of  the  city  sat  con- 
tentedly (or  otherwise)  in  the  back 
row  of  the  top  gallery.  The  sale 
of  tickets  was  so  unusual  that  it 
would  have  been  necessary  to  en- 
large the  theater  to  accommodate 
all  who  wanted  to  go.  Tickets 
were  50  cents  a  piece,  and  on  the 
programme  were  such  attractions 
as  Abbie  Carrington,  Thomas  W. 
Keene  and  a  long  list  of  others. 


ii 

J.  A.  Watrous. 


H.  P.  Myrick. 


The  rush  to  secure  good  seats  was 
immense.  When  the  box  office 
opened,  there  was  a  line  of  men 
and  boys  in  waiting  that  reached  a 
block  and  a  half  away,  and  some  of 
them  had  been  waiting  since  mid- 
night. The  financial  result  of  the 
entertainment  is  shown  by  'the 
records  to  have  been  as  follows: 
Gross  receipts,  $982  75 

Expenses,  85  50 

Profits, 


-       $897  25 

A  suite  of  rooms  was  secured  on  the  second  floor  of  the 
Herold  building.  W.  W.  Coleman,  proprietor,  signified  his 
sympathy  with  the  boys  by  offering  to  pay  an  annual  member- 
ship fee  of  $100.  Up  to  this  time  the  membership  qualifica- 
tion was  applied  strictly  to  the  newspaper  men  gaining  a  live- 
lihood by  means  of  newspaper  work.  It  was  apparent  that  to 
draw  such  a  close  line  meant  the  exclusion  of  a  desirable  class 
of  membership  comprising  well-known  ex-newspaper  men, 
and  those  intimately  associated  with  the  various  phases  of 
newspaperdom,  though  not  dependent  upon  that  work  for 
their  daily  bread.  As  the  spirit  of  good-fellowship  in  the  Club 
began  to  expand  the  constitution  was  amended  so  as  to 
include  among  those  eligible  to  membership  a  new  class  to 
be  known  as  "  Associate  Members,"  "to  consist  of  editors  of 
newspapers  in  the  State  of  Wisconsin,  persons  formerly  con- 
nected with  newspapers  and  occasional  correspondents." 
Associate  members  are  entitled  to  all  the  privileges  enjoyed 
by  active  members  (including  payment  of  initiation  fees  and 
dues)  except  voting  and  holding  office. 

January  3,  1886,  the  board  of  officers  was  unanimously  re- 
elected,  W.  J.  Anderson  being  chosen  to  fill  a  vacancy  on  the 
Executive  Board.  During  this  administration  the  Club  in- 
dulged in  the  luxury  of  a  pool  and  billiard  table,  the  plan 
being  to  pay  for  it  from  the  proceeds  of  the  fee  charged  play- 
ers. It  became  an  unwritten  rule  that  the  loser  should  pay 


five  cents  per  game  for  each  cue  in  action,  and  thus  the  poor- 
est players  paid  the  lion's  share  towards  the  purchase  of  the 
table,  on  the  principle  that  they  were  paying  for  their  experi- 
ence. Henry  Campbell  and  the  writer  purchased  this  experi- 
ence in  the  largest  quantities. 

The  second  annual  election,  held  January  4,  1887,  resulted 
as  follows: 

President— JAMES  LANGLAND. 

First  Vice- President— GILO.  C.  YOUNGS. 

Second  Vice- President— W.  A.  BOWDISH. 

Secretary — HENRY  C.  CAMPBELL. 

Financial  Secretary—}^.  BANNEN. 

Treasurer — ALEX.  W.  DINGWALL. 

Executive  Committee  —  GEO.  H.  YENOWINE,  HERMAN 
BLEYER,  H.  P.  MYRICK,  W.  J.  ANDERSON  and  GEO.  P. 
MATHES. 

In  April  following,  Geo.  C.  Youngs  and  Henry  C.  Camp- 
bell purchased  the  Florence  News,  and  their  departure  from 
Milwaukee  necessitated  their  resignations.  Thereupon  Julius 
Bleyer  was  chosen  First  Vice- President  and  Chase  S.  Osborn 
Secretary. 

The  first  spirited  contest  for  the  presidency  occurred  at 
the  succeeding  annual  election,  several  ballots  being  required 
to  determine: 

President— JEROME  A.  WATROUS. 

First  Vice- President  —  JULIUS 
BLEYER. 

Second  Vice- President — HENRY 
E.  LEGLER. 

Secretary — W.  A.  BOWDISH. 

Treasurer— A.  W.  FRIESE. 

Executive  Committee  —  JAMES 
LANGLAND, W.  J.  ANDERSON,  GEO. 
P.  MATHES,  GEO.  H.  YENOWINE 
and  C.  M.  TREAT. 

There  was  another  warm  con- 
test for  President  at  the  next  an- 


Geo.  H.  Yenowine. 


Herman  Bleyer. 


nual  election,  January  3,  1889. 
Five  ballots  were  taken  before  a 
choice  was  declared: 

President— -H.  P.  MYRICK. 

First  Vice-President—Gv.0.    H. 

VENOWINE. 

Second  Vice- President — EDGAR 

W.   COLEMAN. 

Secretary — W.  A.    BOWDISH. 
Treasurer — HENRY   C.    CAMP- 
BELL. 

Executive  Committee — CHAS.  K. 


LUSH,  M.  A.  ALDRICH,  HERMAN  BLEYER,  J.  A.  WATROUS, 
E.  W.  KRACKOWIZER. 

This  year  a  new  constitution  was  adopted,  after  the  model 
of  the  Chicago  Press  Club's  constitution,  and  the  provisions 
of  this  document  obtain  now.  The  purpose  of  the  Club,  as 
stated  therein,  is  "  to  bring  members  of  the  newspaper  and 
literary  professions  together  in  closer  personal  relations,  to 
further  good-fellowship  and  to  provide  members  with  com- 
fortable Club  rooms." 

January  8,  1890,  occurred  the  fifth  annual  election.  Presi- 
dent Myrick  was  presented  with  a  diamond  scarf-pin  and 
re-elected,  the  officers  for  the  ensuing  year  being  chosen  as 
follows  : 

President — H.  P.  MYRICK. 

First  Vice- President — GEO.  H.  YENOWINE. 

Second  Vice-President — E.  W.  COLEMAN. 

Secretary — FRED.  F.  HEATH. 

Treasurer — A.  W.  DING  WALL. 

Executive  Committee — H.  P.  MYRICK,  GEO.  H.  YENOWINE, 
HERMAN  BLEYER,  C.  K.  LUSH,  JAS.  BANNEN,  GEO.  W.  PECK, 
JR.,  W.  J.  POHL. 

Fred.  Heath  resigned  as  Secretary,  after  serving  four 
months.  His  successor  was  M.  E.  Mclntosh. 

In  January,  1891,  the  following  officers  were  chosen: 


President—  GEO.  H.  YENOWINE. 

First  Vice- President— E.  W.  COLEMAN. 

Second  Vice-President— HERMAN  BLEYKR. 

Secretary — M.  E.  MclNTOSH. 

Treasurer— A.  W.  DINGWALL. 

Executive  Committee — GEO.  H.  YENOWINE,  C.  K.  LUSH, 
JULIUS  BLEYER,  L.  W.  NIEMAX,  GEO.  W.  PECK,  JR.,  JOHN 
R.  WOLF,  GEO.  CLEMENT. 

At  the  annual  election  in  January,  1892,  the  election  resulted 
as  follows: 

President — JAMES  BANNEN. 

First  Vice- President— -W.  A.  BOVVDISH. 

Second  Vice-President— -W r.  J.  POHL. 

Secretary — F.  F.  HEATH. 

Treasurer— A.  G.  WRIGHT. 

Directors — H.  P.  MYRICK,  M.  E.  MC!NTOSH,  C.  K.  LUSH, 
JULIUS  BLEYER,  GEO.  W.  PECK,  JR.,  JOHN  R.  WOLF. 

Succeeding  elections  up  to  date  have  resulted  in  the  fol- 
lowing official  boards: 

JANUARY,    1893. 

President—  HERMAN  BLEYER. 
First  Vice-President—  WM.  J.  POHL. 
Second  Vice-President—  CHAS.  W.  EMERSON. 
Secretary—  RICHARD  B.  WATROUS. 
Treasurer — A.  G.  WRIGHT. 
Directors— GEO.  H.  YENOWINE, 
W.  F.  HOOKER,  and  old  members. 

JANUARY,    1894. 

President— WILLI AM  A.  RUB- 
LEE. 

First  yice-President — M.  A. 
HOYT. 

Second  Vice- President—  C.  W. 
EMERSON. 

Secretary — J.  D.   McMANUS. 

Treasurer — A.  G.  WRIGHT. 


Win.  A.  Rublee. 


JANUARY,    1895. 

President — JULIUS  BLEYER. 

First  Vice-President— WM.  F. 
HOOKER. 

Second  Vice- President  —  JOHN 
R.  WOLF. 

Secretary — WM.  DUNLOP. 

Treasurer — A.  G.  WRIGHT. 

Directors  for  Three  Years — J. 
D.  McMANUs  and  CHAS.  \V. 
Julius  Bleyer.  EMERSON. 

With  the  restlessness  appertaining  to  newspaperdom,  the 
Club  has  not  been  content  to  anchor  in  one  spot.  From  the 
Herold  building,  the  Club  went  into  very  pleasant  rooms  in 
the  Evening  Wisconsin  building.  A  policy  of  retrenchment 
caused  a  second  removal,  the  fourth  story  of  the  Bradford 
building  on  Broadway  being  leased.  The  lack  of  an  elevator 
proved  too  discouraging  to  the  members,  and  the  Club 
languished  until  the  quarters  were  moved  to  the  Commercial 
Club  building  on  Grand  Avenue,  near  Second  Street.  The 
decadence  of  the  Commercial  had  a  dispiriting  effect  on  the 
Press  Club,  whose  members  had  enjoyed  the  privileges  of  the 
restaurant  maintained  by  the  former.  A  happy  inspiration 
suggested  the  occupancy  of  the  present  abode  on  the  corner  of 
Broadway  and  Mason,  across  the  street  from  the  first  quarters 
occupied  by  the  Club.  A  rusty  sign  that  creaks  in  the  austral 
breeze  points  the  way  up  two  flights  of  stairs  to  the  most 
Bohemian  newspaper  men's  domicile  to  be  found  in  the  coun- 
try. But  of  this  others  will  speak. 

Swell  dinners  and  receptions  and  Bohemian  lunches  and 
gatherings  have  punctuated  the  career  of  the  Club,  the  one  as 
enjoyable  as  the  other.  A  list  of  the  former  would  include 
receptions  given  to  Justin  McCarthy,  Mrs.  Frank  Leslie, 
George  Kennan,  and  others;  a  dinner  in  honor  of  MaxO'Rell, 
and  a  farewell  dinner  to  Walter  E.  Gardner,  Consul  to  Rotter- 
dam, given  conjointly  to  James  I^angland  on  his  departui'e  to 


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Chicago;  a  $2,000  banquet  given  to  the  Foreign  World's  Fair 
journalists;  a  farewell  banquet  to  W.  J.  Anderson,  Gov. 
Upham's  secretary,  with  two  or  three  other  similar  affairs. 
In  this  connection  may  be  mentioned  an  elegant  banquet  at 
the  Schlitz,  enjoyed  by  the  Club,  as  guests  of  E.  W.  Coleman, 
in  1889,  and  a  fine  supper  given  by  Consul  Gardner  on  his 
return  from  Holland. 

The  Bohemian  lunches  of  the  Club  have  been  numerous 
and  enjoyable.  One  that  marked  a  red-letter  night  took  place 
on  the  occasion  of  the  occupancy  of  the  present  quarters,  when 
a  delegation  of  Chicago  newspaper  men  participated  in  the 
"  Stag  Party."  Other  events  that  were  thoroughly  enjoyed 
comprise  Charlie  Lush's  shoat  supper,  Ed.  Loewe's  bean 
soup  reception,  the  sour  goose  night  at  which  Lando  was 
presiding  genius,  Julius  Bleyer's  Easter  egg  festival,  the  Ben- 
jamin Franklin  Anniversary  celebrations,  Henry  Campbell's 
tenderloin  masticating  exhibition,  the  jovial  gatherings  in 
which  have  participated  at  different  times  Sol  Smith  Russell, 
F.  Hopkinson-Smith,  Henry  Watterson,  Trentanove,  Nelly 
Bly  and  others;  a  reception  given  Louis  Auer,  Chas.  King, 
Frank  Hoyt  and  Geo.  Peck,  Jr.,  on  their  return  from  a 
European  trip;  last,  but  not  least,  the  annual  outings  at  Louis 
Auer's  on  Lake  Pewaukee,  rich  in  all  that  is  picturesque  and 
unconventional. 

Newspaper  men  from  outside  have  always  lound  the  latch- 
string  convenient  on  the  outer  panel.  On  the  occasion  of  con- 
ventions and  national  gatherings,  such  as  the  Saengerfest, 
Grand  Army  of  the  Republic  meeting  and  National  Pythian 
Conclave,  visiting  newspaper  men  were  made  to  feel  at  home 
and  every  facility  was  extended  to  aid  them  in  their  work. 

These  are  but  the  bare  outlines  of  the  Club's  history,  told 
without  adornment.  Its  real  history  exists  in  the  incidents 
and  the  associations  which  have  created  for  each  member  a 
history  for  himself — a  history  made  up  of  good-fellowship  and 
pleasant  recollections.  This  history  each  member  will  read 

for  himself  between  the  lines. 

HENRY  E.  LEGLER. 

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Gbe  Club  at 
1bome. 


HE  rooms  of  the  Club  are  on  the  top  floor 
of  the  ancient  three-story  brick  building  at 
the  northwest  corner  of  Mason  Street  and 
Broadway,  and  they  can  be  reached  only  by  means  of  an  out- 
side stairway,  which  is  enclosed  in  a  cigar-box  sort  of  a  cover- 
ing. Just  outside  this  entrance  hangs  the  Club  sign,  a  repro- 
duction of  which  will  be  found  in  these  pages.  It  is  of  iron, 
the  lettering  in  brass  and  the  border  composed  of  copper  one- 
cent  pieces,  and  it  was  presented  to  the  Club  by  Frank  A. 
Hall,  of  this  city.  It  had  hung  for  two  years,  creaking  through 
all  sorts  of  weather,  until  one  day  last  winter  it  was  missing. 
Immediately  there  was  great  consternation  in  the  Club,  and 
the  rumor  was  that  some  enterprising  hobo  had  made  off  with 
it  for  the  money  in  the  border.  Volunteers  at  once  went  to 
work  to  obtain  a  clew,  if  possible,  and  in  the  midst  of  the 
excitement  in  walked  "Van."  "I  guess  I  know  where  it 
is,"  he  said.  "  Frank  Hall  met  me  a  few  days  ago  and  stop- 
ping me,  suggested  that  it  would  be  a  good  thing  to  take  it 
down  and  clean  it  up  a  trifle.  He 
said  it  was  rusty.  I  didn't  say 
anything  at  all." 

"  Gentlemen,"  said  one  of  the 
members  solemnly,  "we  have  lost 
something  that  no  amount  of  money 
can  buy  back — the  rust  of  ages. 
But  there  is  no  use  of  crying  over 
the  matter,  and  all  we  can  do  is  to 
let  the  sign  start  in  again  to  grow 
old  with  us."  And  so  the  sign 
came  back,  all  polished  up,  with 
the  pennies  new  and  bright  again, 


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Horace  Rublee. 


Wm.  E.  Cramer. 


and  Mr.  Hall  received  a  letter 
thanking  him  for  his  kindness — 
but  every  now  and  then,  in  the 
dark  of  the  moon,  a  member  sneaks 
down  and  douses  that  sign  with  a 
cup  of  water  and,  thanks  to  the 
laws  of  decay,  the  rust  is  coming 
back  again.  The  stairway  that 
leads  up  into  the  Club  rooms  are 
steep  and  the  passage  is  dark  and 
dingy,  so  much  so  that  a  member 
who  had  just  escorted  Eugene 
Field  up  into  the  rooms  felt  called  upon  to  say:  "  Our  stair- 
way is  pretty  tough,  Mr.  Field,  but  we  are  going  to  paint  it 
in  a  few  days."  "Paint  it?"  exclaimed  the  poet.  "Why, 
what  you  want  is  cobwebs,  not  paint.  Never  touch  it;  its 
lovely  as  it  is  now." 

A  detailed  description  of  the  rooms  and  their  decorations 
would  make  dry  reading  at  the  best,  and  be  superfluous,  in 
consideration  of  the  fact  that  they  are  so  well  reproduced  in 
this  book  by  means  of  pen-and-ink  drawings  and  half-tones. 
But  there  is  something  that  neither  the  artist's  pencil  nor 
the  camera  can  catch,  and  that  is  the  atmosphere  that  clings 
about  these  old  rooms,  an  atmosphere  of  good-fellowship  and 
Bohemianism  that  makes  a  guest  feel  like  taking  off  his  coat, 
tossing  his  feet  up  on  a  chair  and  helping  himself  to  a  pipeful 
of  the  tobacco  that  can  always  be  found  in  the  big  urn  on  the 
center-table  of  the  lounging  room.  It  is  the  same  feeling 
that  comes  over  the  man  who  returns  to  visit  the  scenes  of 
his  boyhood  days,  and  what  man  has  ever  looked  at  the  muddy 
old  "  swimmin'  hole"  and  not  felt  a  desire  to  peel  off  and  lave 
in  its  murky  waters  again  ?  And  if  you  don't 
believe  that  the  Milwaukee  Press  Club's 
rooms  take  a  fellow  back  to  the  days  when 
he  used  to  "  do  the  local,"  "cover  the  night 
police"  or  "jeff  for  the  beer  "  at  five  in  the 
morning,  why,  ask  Henry  Watterson,  Moses 


P.  Handy,  Eugene  Field,  Opie  Read,  Julian  Ralph  and  scores 
of  others  who  have  been  there  and  who  will  bear  me  out  in 
what  I  say.  And  men  who  have  never  been  in  active  news- 
paper work  but  who  have  .that  old  spirit  of  I  don't  know  what, 
men  like  F.  Hopkinson-Smith  and  Leigh  Lynch  (Lynch 
couldn't  stay  away  after  I  had  cooked  one  meal  for  him  and 
passed  the  roll  of  honor),  just  speak  to  a  man  of  this  type  and 
they  will  maintain  that  "it"  is  there,  and  whatever  "it" 
may  mean  it  covers  it,  and  that  is  all  there  is  to  it. 

Nobody  knows  exactly  how  the  Club  rooms  came  to  be  as 
they  are  now,  and  certain  it  is  that  they  were  not  made  that 
way  by  any  one  man,  or  any  lot  of  men  working  with  any 
defined  object.  The  most  plausible  theory  is  that  they  grew 
that  way,  growing  day  by  day,  the  walls  gathering  now  and 
then  the  inspiration  of  a  Club  member  or  the  contribution  of 
some  friend  and  guest,  while  the  atoms  of  dust  put  the  dull 
fresco  of  age  on  the  whole  with  never-ceasing  industry.  In 
the  earlier  days  of  the  Club's  occupancy  of  the  rooms  it  was 
the  custom  to  keep  the  individual  accounts  with  the  purveyor 
in  the  basement  on  the  fire-place  with  a  bit  of  chalk,  and 
while  all  these  accounts  have  either  been  liquidated  or  out- 
lawed they  stili  remain  as  a  reminiscence  of  some  jolly 
moments,  and  they  bid  in  time  to  become  of  some  historical 
value,  in  view  of  the  fact  that  some  of  the  men  whose  names 
now  stand  out  in  chalk  have  grown  exceedingly  sedate  and 
proper.  One  of  the  most  highly 
valued  features  of  the  rooms  is  a 
large  charcoal  sketch  by  Charles 
Graham,  staff  artist  of  Harper's 
Weekly,  entitled  "A  Wisconsin 
Scene."  It  was  drawn  on  the  occa- 
sion of  the  opening  of  the  rooms 
when  Mr.  Graham  and  "Biff" 
Hall  came  up  to  assist  in  the  cere- 
monies, and  Graham  began  to  draw 
the  picture  at  exactly  11  o'clock  in 
the  evening,  and  ten  minutes  and 

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Qeo.  W.  Peck. 


thirty  seconds  later  it  was  finished. 
Mr.  Graham  had  traveled  right 
with  the  band-wagon  up  to  the 
time  of  starting  in  to  draw  the  pic- 
ture, and  the  result  of  his  efforts 
were  none  the  less  surprising  to 
him  the  next  day  than  they  were 
to  the  large  company  that  saw  him 
make  the  sketch.  It  is  really  a 
remarkable  production,  the  shad- 
ing, perspective  and  general  effects 
being  fully  up  to  the  standard 
attained  by  first-class  artists  in  works  requiring  as  many  days 
to  complete  as  Graham  took  minutes.  A  portion  of  the  pic- 
ture shows  in  the  reproduction  of  the  photograph  of  the  sitting 
room  in  this  book.  Around  the  walls  of  the  general  assem- 
blage room,  which  is  fitted  up  after  the  style  of  an  ancient 
German  ''Bier  Stube,"  there  are  inscriptions  from  men  of  note, 
most  of  them  having  been  left  as  a  pledge  of  good  faith  and 
not  for  publication.  Now,  instead  of  going  into  details  as  to 
the  precise  contents  of  this  room,  which  would  read  very  much 
like  the  inventory  of  an  artist's  studio  and  a  junk  shop  com- 
bined, I  submit  the  following  bit  of  historical  work  as  better 
calculated  to  give  an  idea  of  the  room  and  what  might  take 
place  in  it: 

It  was  in  the  small  hours  at  the  Press  Club  on  Christmas 
morn,  and  the  bird  in  the  cuckoo  clock  had  just  come  out  and 
hoarsely  coughed  three  times.  Around  a  table  were  seated 
six  men,  five  of  them  young,  but  with  that  peculiar  pallor  that 
comes  from  midnight  toil.  The 
gas  jets  threw  strange  shadows  in 
the  room,  and  brought  out  in  bold 
relief  the  many  queer  figures  on 
the  walls.  On  all  sides  were 
strange  creatures, 
painted  in  a  curious 
jumble,  monkeys, 

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birds,  devils,  ballet  dan- 
cers, crocodiles,  dogs 
and  cats.  Hut  the  young 
men  confined  their  atten- 
tion to  a  large  punch 
bowl,  from  which 
steamed  a  delightful  fra- 
grance. 

After  the  loving  cup  had  made  two  or  three  rounds,  the 
young  men  became  talkative  and  began  telling  stories,  which 
chiefly  related  to  incidents  of  the  day  before,  brought  about  by 
that  cheerful  little  task  of  preparing  a  Christmas  number  for 
the  delectation  of  thousands  of  readers  of  the  Sentinel. 

"  I  am  so  full  of  Christmas  carols  and  Christmas  chimes 
that  I  can  hardly  move  without  jingling.  I  have  had  wheels 
in  my  head,  but  now  I  have  bells,"  said  the  sporting  editor. 
"  Pshaw  !"  said  the  man  on  the  police  run.  "That's  noth- 
ing. I  started  that  stabbing  fray  in  the  nigger  quarter  to-night 
by  saying:  '  And  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  shone  in  the  North- 
ern sky.'  I  started  in  again,  but  before  I  knew  it,  I  was 
once  more  giving  a  Christmas  carol  tone  to  my  stuff." 

"Its  awful,"  chimed  in  the  court-house  reporter.     ''I  got 
my  Christmas  story  mixed  up  with  Forth  and  his  assistant 
postmaster,  and  you  can  bet  I  had  a  harder  job  unravelling  it 
than  he  had  straightening  out  mat- 
ters." 

"To  sum  it  all  up,"  said  the 
fourth  young  man,  "  we  get  the 
long  end  all  the  time.  On  the 
Fourth  of  July,  when  everybody 
else  is  out  celebrating  the  day  of 
American  Independence,  we  poor 
slaves  have  to  hustle  harder  than 
ever,  telling  all  about  how  other 
people  are  enjoying  themselves  and 
taking  a  day  off  for  patriotism. 
Then  there's  Decoration  Day  with 


C.  W.  Emerson. 


>* 


A.  J.  Aikens. 


half  a  dozen  bicycle  races,  games 
and  flower  services  to  report.  You 
bet  on  Decoration  Day  I  am  one  of 
the  real,  genuine  mourners  for  the 
distinguished  dead  and  wish  that 
they  hadn't  ever  died.  But  Christ- 
mas Day  is  the  hardest  bump  of 
all.  We  have  to  sit  around  and 
write  about  Christmas  trees  when 
we  haven't  seen  one  for  ten  years, 
and  to  tell  about  joy  and  mirth  and 
chase  around  all  day  after  sermons 
and  Sunday-school  festivals,  to  be  followed  in  the  evening  by 
a  carnival  of  Christmas  murders  and  stabbing  affrays.  I 
tell  you,  it's  tough.  But  somebody  pass  that  punch  again." 
"Yes,"  said  the  sporting  editor.  "This  is  a  hot  place  for 
a  fellow  to  feel  cheerful  in,  with  crooked  monkeys,  red-faced 
devils,  and  a  blamed  Hottentot  glaring  at  you  from  the  walls. 
It's  enough  to  give  a  fellow  the  side  jumps." 

"  I  had  just  been  thinking  about  that,"  said  a  quiet  little 
fellow  who  hadn't  taken  a  part  in  the  conversation,  "  and 
here's  a  stumbling  sonnet  that  I  have  scribbled  off  as  a  sort 
of  commemorative  Christmas  nightmare."  And  here  he  read 
the  following: 

Queer  monkeys  climb  about  the 

dingy  walls 

And  fraternize  with  queerer- 
looking  men; 
A    dog    upon    a   raging    kitten 

calls, 

While   gnomes  exult  at  free- 
dom from  the  den 
And  guy  strange,  wingless  birds  that  on  a  branch 

Do  sit,  too  careless  of  the  lack  of  wings. 
Fierce,  masky  demons  make  us  start  and  blanch, 
And  here,full-beered,a  happy  Dutchman  sings; 
A  blooming  savage  with  a  tamborine 

Invites  to  dance  a  wretched  crocodile. 
The  place  is  kin  to  Goethe's  Brocken  scene, 

Where   virgins  frown  and  ballet  dancers  smile. 
In  all  we  see  the  raging  mental  storm 
Which  seeks  expression  in  a  grotesque  form. 


The  production 
was  greeted  with  ap- 
plause, and  the  sport- 
ing editor  said  : 

"That's  a  hot 
tamale,  Scudday,  and  just  to  show  our  appreciation  of  it,  we 
will  drink  to  the  health  of  the  poet,"  with  which  he  solemnly 
filled  up  the  loving  cup  with  hot  punch  and  passed  it  around. 
The  cup  made  other  trips,  and  soon  dull  care  and  melancholy 
gave  place  to  song  and  laughter.  Just  how  many  times  the 
steaming  concoction  passed  from  lip  to  lip  nobody  ever  knew, 
but  suddenly  the  sporting  editor  jumped  up  and  exclaimed 
wildly  : 

"Get  on  to  that!  His  geeser,  the  Hottentot,  has  got  a 
mash  on  the  Lily  Clay  soubrette."  And  then  they  all  started 
up,  and,  sure  enough,  there  were  the  Hottentot  and  the  ballet 
girl  waltzing  on  the  wall,  and  the  curious  part  of  it  was  that 
nobody  felt  any  surprise,  and  when  a  gnome  slipped  down 
from  the  limb,  upon  which  he  had  been  perched  in  the  pleas- 
ant task  of  guying  two  birds,  and  came  in  and  sat  down  on 
the  table  by  the  punch,  he  was  greeted  with  open  arms  and 
presented  with  a  hummer.  Then  somebody  looked  in  the 
other  room,  and  noticed  that  the  entire  menagerie  was  in  an 
uproar.  The  wingless  birds  were  sputtering  and  walking 
about,  the  crocodile  and  the  monkey 
were  playing  a  game  of  seven-up, 
and  the  stork  had  left  the  baby  in 
charge  of  the  weiner-wurst  man 
and  was  capering  gayly;  the  ballet 
dancer  and  the  Hottentot  were 
having  a  tete-a-tete,  and  over  in  a 
corner  the  trained  dog  was  show- 
ing his  ingenuity  by  telling  the 
difference  between  a  pretzel  and  a 
rocking  chair.  All  of  a  sudden 
the  Hottentot  arose  and,  shaking 
his  tamborine  to  impose  silence, 


M.  A.  Hoyt. 


Chas.  k.  Lush. 


"^\  announced    that    the    performance 

3f  would    begin.     And    such   a   per- 

H§      JS^jf   |P  formance  as  it  was.     Never  before 

was  there  such  variety,  such  wit, 
such  humor,  such  exhibitions  of 
agility  as  were  shown  by  this  won- 
derful collection  in  the  Press  Club 
menagerie.  But  suddenly, while  the 
fun  was  at  its  height,  a  pale-faced 
man  stood  in  the  midst  of  them. 

"Santa  Glaus!"  shouted  the 
sporting  editor,  familiarly,  although 
the  new  comer  didn't  look  a  bit  like  old  Santa.  "  Come  sit 
down,  Santa,  and  don't  interrupt  the  performance." 

But  the  damage  had  been  done,  for,  quick  as  a  flash,  every 
performer  was  back  in  the  old  place  on  the  wall — the  Hotten- 
tot with  his  tamborine  poised  in  the  air,  the  crocodile  still  in 
bondage,  the  baby  ready  to  drop  from  the  stork's  bill,  and  the 
beautiful  lady  dancer  with  her  painted  smile.  Santa  Claus 
didn't  speak  for  a  few  minutes,  and  as  the  revelers  looked  at 
his  face  it  seemed  to  grow  more  and  more  familiar.  Finally  he 
said,  speaking  in  a  mild  and  even  tone: 

"  What,  what!  Don't  you  boys  think  it's  about  time  to  go 
to  bed?  It's  about  six  o'clock  now,  and  there's  a  lot  of  work 
to-morrow." 

At  the  sound  of  his  voice,  everybody  woke  up,  and  began 
looking  for  overcoat  and  hat,  and  in  a  twinkling  they  were 
tumbling  down  the  stairs.  When  they  had  gone,  Santa  Claus 
took  a  seat  near  the  punch  bowl,  heaved  a  sigh  and  said: 
"  Well,  I  don't  blame  them.  They  have  had  a  hard  week." 

Then  the  managing  editor  took  a  willy  himself  and  went 
home  to  bed. 

And  being  the  sixth  member  of  the  party,  much  given  as  I  am 
to  observation  and  silence,  seldom  speaking  while  in  company,  a 
man  of  action  rather  than  words,  I  immediately  made  a  few 
notes,  and  thus  it  is  that  it  now  serves  the  purpose  of  in  a  meas- 
ure describing  the  Press  Club  rooms.  CHARLES  K.  LUSH. 


paet  an&  present* 


VERYONE  who  knew  that  patriarch,  Klisha 
Starr,  has  heard  him  tell  that  when  a  prin- 
ter's apprentice  he  shook  hands  with  Lafayette,  at  Canandaigua, 
New  York,  in  the  year  1824.  The  old  fellow  was  a  publisher 
rather  than  an  editor,  and  talked  more  entertainingly  than  he 
wrote.  He  always  embellished  this  anecdote  with  a  vivid 
picture  of  the  gathering  at  night,  in  front  of  the  hero's  hotel, 
where  a  man  stood  holding  up  a  lantern  so  that  everyone  might 
see  the  face  of  the  distinguished  guest.  What  a  contrast 
between  that  primitive  illumination  and  the  splendor  of  the 
electric  lamps  in  front  of  the  Pfister,  which  make  the  street 
at  midnight  as  light  as  day  !  Scientific  and  mechanical 
progress  has  been  the  marvel  of  the  age  ;  but  in  nothing  else 
has  it  wrought  its  revolutionary  wonders  so  astonishingly  as 
in  the  making  of  the  newspaper.  The  Art  Preservative,  as 
Elisha  Starr  learned  it,  preserved  much,  but  failed  to  preserve 
itself.  The  printing  office  with  which  he  was  familiar  is  as 
distinctively  of  the  past  as  the  lan- 
tern with  its  tallow  candle  by  whose 
feeble  beam  the  crowd  of  Canan- 
daiguans  studied  the  features  of 
their  friend  from  France.  News 
comes  by  wire,  instead  of  by  boat 
or  post.  Even  the  types  and  the 
type-setter  are  hastening  into  the 
desuetude  of  the  platen  press.  Yet 
one  factor  in  the  making  of  the 
newspaper  has  survived  the  sport 
of  change — the  editor.  When  we 

John  G.  Gregory. 


F.  W.  Friese. 


study  the  files  of  the  Milwaukee 
newspapers  of  twenty,  thirty,  forty 
and  fifty  years  ago,  remembering 
the  limitations  under  which  he 
wrought,  the  work  of  the  editor 
commands  our  unqualified  respect. 
It  is  fitting  that  a  volume  issued 
under  the  auspices  of  the  Milwau- 
kee Press  Club  should  contain  a 
word  in  recognition  of  the  old-time 
editors. 

One  of  the  earliest  of  Milwau- 
kee's editors,  Harrison  Re.ed,  who  was  in  charge  of  the  Sen- 
tinel from  February  6,  1838,  till  May  27,  1842,  is  still  in  the 
land  of  the  living.  He  conducted  the  paper  at  a  time  when 
the  duties  of  its  editor-in-chief  had  a  more  expansive  scope 
than  now.  Besides  writing  leading  articles,  he  "hustled" 
for  news  and  for  advertising,  and  in  his  leisure  moments  he 
set  type  and  worked  the  press.  Mr.  Reed  has  held  the  office 
of  Governor  of  Florida,  and  is  a  resident  of  that  State  at  the 
present  time. 

J.  A.  Brown,  who  during  the  early  '4o's  edited  the  Courier, 
now  the  Wisconsin,  was  as  eager  to  "  scoop"  his  rivals  as  any 
newspaper  man  of  the  present  day.  The  story  of  the  race 
which  he  ran  from  Chicago,  against  John  S.  Fillmore  of  the 
Sentinel,  to  give  the  readers  of  the  Courier  the  full  text  of  the 
President's  Message  of  December,  1845,  *n  advance  of  all 
competitors,  has  been  told  so  frequently  and  so  graphically 
that  it  need  not  be  repeated  here. 

J.  A.  Noonan  was  the  owner  of  the  Courier  for  several 
years,  and  its  editor  for  a  time.  He  was  a  factor  in  poli- 
tics, and  was  the  first  Milwaukee  editor  whose  services 
were  rewarded  with  a  postmastership.  The  postmaster  whom 
he  superseded,  moreover,  was  none  other  than  Solomon 
Juneau. 

David  M.  Keeler  and  C.  L.  McArthur  made  the  Sentinel  a 
daily  newspaper  in  December,  1844 — Milwaukee's  first  daily. 


Their  names  deserve  preservation,  though   their  experiment 
was  only  an  artistic,  not  a  financial  success. 

Rufus  King  was  editor  of  the  Sentinel  from  September  20, 
1845,  to  April  12,  1861.  His  name  is  brilliantly  associated 
with  the  struggle  of  Milwaukee  to  emerge  from  villagehood 
into  cityhood.  Few  men  have  lived  here  whose  public  activi- 
ties were  more  various  than  his.  Member  of  the  Constitu- 
tional Convention,  captain  of  a  volunteer  fire  company,  major- 
general  of  militia,  organizer  of  the  city's  first  public  library, 
vice-president  of  the  Musical  Society,  superintendent  of 
schools — these  were  some  of  the  responsibilities  which  he 
assumed  in  addition  to  that  of  editor  of  the  Sentinel.  He  did 
not  make  a  fortune,  but  he  helped  to  make  a  metropolis.  He 
left  Milwaukee  with  a  commission  from  President  Lincoln  as 
Minister  to  Rome.  Relinquishing  that  honor  to  come  back 
and  wield  his  sword  for  his  country,  he  rendered  gallant  service 
in  the  field  during  the  war,  and  died  in  1867.  His  son,  Adjt.- 
Gen.  Charles  King,  inherited  his  father's  pen  as  well  as  his 
sword,  and  is  a  member  of  the  Press  Club  who  sheds  literary 
luster  upon  its  name, 

S.  M.  Booth  cannot  be  overlooked  in  writing  of  Milwau- 
kee editors.  He  was  a  man  of  tireless  energy,  who  wrote  in 
a  highly  colored,  passionate  style,  that  commanded  attention, 
and  who  made  it  his  business  to  keep  the  community  in  hot 
water.  His  identification  with  the  anti-slavery  cause  in  the 
period  of  its  infancy,  and  particu- 
larly the  leading  part  which  he  bore 
in  the  Glover  rescue,  will  surround 
him  with  a  glamour  in  history.  He 
demonstrated  ability  in  money-get- 
ting as  well  as  in  championing  the 
cause  of  reform.  He  was  not 
exempt  from  human  frailties.  But 
he  made  what  even  the  critics  of 
to-day  would  call  a  "rattling" 
paper.  He  also  made  Milwaukee 
too  hot  to  hold  him.  For  many 


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W.  T.  Walthall,  Jr. 


H.  E.  Legler. 


JjljilHL  years  Mr.  Booth  has  been  a  resi- 

dent of  Chicago. 

*  °*afc  :4«Mlil  •*s'°    man    *n    Wisconsin,    and 

K|  probably    no   man   in  the    United 

_jj(^  States,   has   passed  so  many   con- 

secutive years  in  the  active  editor- 
ship of  a  daily  newspaper  as 
William  E.  Cramer.  He  wrote 
editorials  for  the  Albany  Argus 
under  Edwin  Crosswell,  during 
the  reign  of  "  the  Regency,"  and 
gained  political  wisdom  from  inti- 
mate association  with  William  L.  Marcy  and  Silas  Wright. 
Coming  to  Milwaukee  in  June,  1847,  ne  purchased  the  oldest 
newspaper  plant  in  the  city,  that  of  the  Courier,  which  had 
been  founded  on  the  Advertiser,  started  in  1836.  He  changed 
its  name  to  the  Wisconsin,  and  under  his  editorship  it  has 
flourished  from  that  day  to  this.  Despite  his  infirmities  of 
sight  and  hearing,  he  has  kept  in  constant  touch  with  men 
and  affairs,  and  has  been  a  power  in  the  politics  and  the 
progress  of  the  city  and  the  State.  One  of  the  few  occasions 
on  which  he  has  left  his  editorial  chair  to  go  to  Madison  for 
the  purpose  of  exerting  personal  influence  upon  members  of 
the  Legislature  was  in  1869,  when,  with  A.  M.  Thomson, 
then  editor  of  the  Janesville  Gazette,  and  Speaker  of  the 
Assembly,  he  was  instrumental  in  bringing  about  the  coup 
which  dashed  the  plans  of  the  professional  politicians  and  sent 
the  brilliant  Matt.  H.  Carpenter  to  represent  Wisconsin  in  the 
United  States  Senate.  To-day,  at  78  years  of  age,  he  is  still 
in  the  harness,  and  no  one  who  knows  him  believes  that  he 
will  stop  writing  until  he  stops  living,  for  his  active  spirit  and 
his  alert  and  cheerful  interest  in  the  world  and  its  work  give 
not  the  slightest  intimation  of  abatement.  A  man  of  com- 
fortable means,  he  has  always  preached  the  gospel  of  giving, 
and,  with  a  consistency  that  preachers  sometimes  lack,  he  has 
incited  rich  men  to  be  generous  not  less  by  his  example  than 
by  his  words. 

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When  Horace  Rublee  came  to  Milwaukee  in  1881,  and 
founded  the  Republican  and  News,  which  finally  absorbed 
the  Sentinel,  he  had  won  the  degree  of  past  master  of  the 
editorial  art.  The  greater  part  of  his  newspaper  work  had 
been  accomplished  as  editor  of  the  Madison  State  Journal. 
He  had  spent  several  years  in  the  post  of  Minister  to  Switzer- 
land, and  as  chairman  of  the  Republican  State  Central  Com- 
mittee had  successfully  directed  the  famous  honest  money 
campaign  of  1877.  If  ever  a  compiler  of  English  literature 
seeks  material  in  the  files  of  Milwaukee  newspapers,  he  will 
clip  copiously  and  fearlessly  from  the  writings  of  Horace 
Rublee.  The  iceberg  myth  that  has  been  associated  with  Mr. 
Rublee's  name  originated,  no  doubt,  in  the  discriminating 
judgment  with  which  he  selects  the  objects  of  his  enthusiasms. 
To  schemes  which  his  conscience  and  his  intelligence  disap- 
prove his  heart  is  wintry  cold,  but  many  are  the  acts  of  quiet 
and  friendly  encouragement  with  which  he  has  warmed  the 
atmosphere  of  the  profession  for  younger  men. 

A.  M.  Thomson  is  a  writer  of  leaders  who  has  been  a 
leader  himself.  He  left  farming  and  school  teaching  in  Ohio, 
and  became  active  in  Milwaukee  journalism  before  the  war. 
In  the  time  of  the  railroad  farm  mortgage  excitement  he  pub- 
lished a  paper  which  was  the  mouthpiece  of  the  five  thousand 
farmers  who  had  pledged  their  all  that  Wisconsin  might  have 
iron  highways  of  commerce.  He  was  concerned  in  one  of  the 
unsuccessful  attempts  to  revitalize 
the  Milwaukee  Free  Democrat, 
but  subsequently  scored  a  brilliant 
success  with  the  Janesville  Gazette. 
Having  figured  with  credit  for  two 
terms  as  Speaker  of  the  Assembly, 
he  came  back  to  the  metropolis  in 
1870,  and  for  several  years,  as  one 
of  the  owners  and  the  editor-in- 
chief  of  the  Sentinel,  was  a  star  of 
prime  magnitude  in  Republican 
politics.  The  governorship  was 


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W.  F.  Hooker. 


Francis  B.  Keene. 


at  one  time  seemingly  within  his 
reach.  Vicissitudes  have  not  broken 
his  spirit,  nor  soured  his  temper, 
nor  chilled  his  interest  in  life.  For 
many  years  he  has  divided  his 
time  between  the  plow  and  the 
pen,  and  when  he  writes  he  com- 
mands the  attention  of  intelligent 
readers. 

Lewis  A.  Proctor  gave  more 
than  twelve  years  of  scholarly  and 
faithful  labor  to  the  editorial  page 
of  the  Wisconsin,  before  he  accepted  an  appointment  on  the 
State  Board  of  Charities  and  Reforms.  Since  his  retirement 
from  that  position  he  has  done  editorial  work  in  Chicago.  He 
is  at  present  taking  otium  cum  dignitate  in  Milwaukee. 

Sir  Walter  Raleigh  was  so  proud  of  his  connection  with 
the  introduction  of  the  use  of  tobacco  into  England,  that  he 
caused  the  device  of  a  pipe  to  be  emblazoned  in  the  armorial 
bearings  displayed  on  the  front  of  his  house.  Why,  therefore, 
should  not  George  W.  Peck  be  proud,  if  he  choose,  of  the  fact 
that  he  is  the  only  Milwaukee  editor,  with  the  exception  of 
P.  V.  Deuster,  whose  name  has  been  given  to  a  brand  of 
cigars  ?  He  is  also  the  only  Milwaukee  editor  ever  elected 
governor  of  Wisconsin.  As  publisher  of  Peck's  Sun,  which 
he  removed  from  La  Crosse  to  this  city  in  1878,  he  gained  a 
circulation  of  80,000,  a  national  reputation  as  a  humorist,  and 
a  bank  account  which  enabled  him  to  live  as  generously  as  he 
pleased  and  yet  lay  by  thousands  for  a  spell  of  damp  weather. 
He  is  "a  man  who  fortune's  buffets  and  rewards  has  ta'en 
with  equal  thanks,"  and  if  he  had  nothing  left  but  a  crust  of 
bread,  he  would  sooner  share  it  with  some  one  else  than  eat 
it  alone. 

Col.  E.  A.  Calkins  learned  the  trade  of  bookbinding  with 
Silas  Chapman.  Then  he  became  a  type-setter.  In  1850 
S.  M.  Booth  gave  him  employment  as  a  writer  on  the  Free 
Democrat,  and  a  writer  he  has  been  ever  since — a  writer  who 


has  written  few  dull  lines.  Chicago  got  him  several  years 
ago,  as  it  has  got  several  other  conspicuously  successful  Mil- 
waukeejournalists,  including  'Raish  Seymour.  C.  B.  Harger, 
for  many  years  connected  with  the  Wisconsin,  who  established 
the  Milwaukee  Globe,  a  2-cent  morning  daily,  in  October, 
1884,  and  abandoned  it  in  the  following  month,  after  a  heroic 
struggle  lasting  six  weeks,  is  now  editing  a  musical  monthly 
in  Chicago.  It  is  recorded  to  Mr.  Harger's  credit  that  though 
he  abandoned  his  paper  he  paid  his  printers. 

"  Nym  Crinkle,"  otherwise  A.  C.  Wheeler,  the  sparkling 
critic  of  the  New  York  World,  was  city  editor  of  the  Sentinel, 
circa  1860,  and  while  engaged  in  that  capacity  wrote  and  pub- 
lished his  "  Chronicles,"  the  first  considerable  attempt  at  a 
history  of  Milwaukee.  Henry  A.  Chittenden,  who  has  been 
editorial  writer  for  the  New  York  Herald  and  Telegram  for 
many  years,  and  is  at  present  connected  with  the  latter  paper, 
was  the  senior  of  the  dashing  group,  including  the  Chitten- 
dens,  W.  H.  Bishop,  E.  B.  Northrop  and  Eugene  S.  Elliott, 
which  conducted  during  the 'jo's  that  lively  Milwaukee  daily, 
the  Commercial  Times.  Bishop  stepped  from  journalism 
into  literature,  in  the  lighter  walks  of  which  he  has  achieved 
more  distinction  than  any  other  Milwaukeean  with  the  excep- 
tion of  Capt.  King.  Northrop  drifted  into  business,  and  is 
known  in  London  as  well  as  in  this  country  as  the  promoter 
of  large  enterprises  connected  with  the  development  of  the 
mineral  wealth  of  the  New  North- 
west. Maj.  Jonas  M.  Bundy,  with 
prestige  gained  during  service  on 
the  Wisconsin  and  the  Sentinel 
during  the  war  lime,  went  to  New 
York,  where  he  became  the  editor 
of  the  Mail  and  Express,  a  posi- 
tion which  he  held  till  his  death,  a 
few  years  ago.  H.  N.  Gary  and 
Fred  F.  Burgin  are  ex-city  editors 
of  the  Sentinel  who  are  doing  well 
in  New  York.  Dr.  J.  L.  Kaine 

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M.  E.  Mclntosh. 


John  R.  Wolf. 


wrote    breezy   editorials    for    the 

f  Republican  and  News  and  the  Sen- 

^JSPIB  tinel  for  twenty  years  before  going 

East  in  1893, 

Sterling  P.  Rounds,  who  after- 
ward held  the  office  of  government 
printer,  had  a  brief  newspaper 
experience  in  Milwaukee  in  1851, 
as  one  of  the  proprietors  of  the 
Daily  Commercial  Advertiser.  T. 
C.  Crawford,  whilom  Washington 
correspondent  and  story-writer, 
and  press  agent  of  the  Buffalo  Bill  Wild  West  aggregation 
when  it  astonished  Paris  in  1889,  was  once  city  editor  of  the 
old  News.  "  Brick  "  Pomeroy  was  also  for  a  time  connected 
with  the  News.  So  was  John  M.  Binckley,  a  gifted  man  who 
came  here  in  broken  health  and  spirits  after  a  brilliant  news- 
paper career  in  Washington,  and  brought  his  life  to  an  abrupt 
close  in  the  waters  of  Lake  Michigan,  one  winter  night  in 
1878.  W.  Innes  Martin,  long  identified  with  journalism  in 
Chicago,  St.  Louis  and  St.  Paul,  did  his  early  work  in  this 
city,  on  the  Daily  Life,  the  News  and  the  Sentinel.  Judge 
John  R.  Sharpstein,  who  afterward  sat  upon  the  bench 
of  the  Supreme  Court  of  California,  was  editor  of  the  News, 
and  stepped  from  that  coign  of  vantage  into  the  postmaster- 
ship  of  Milwaukee,  in  1857.  C.  Latham  Sholes,  the  inventor 
of  the  typewriter,  was  at  different  times  editor  of  the  News 
and  the  Sentinel.  He  was  a  writer  of  marked  ability.  Ex- 
Mayor  John  M.  Stowell  was  editor  of  a  literary  periodical  at 
St.  Louis,  before  coming  to  Milwaukee  in  1855,  and  was  sub- 
sequently a  member  of  the  editorial  staff  of  the  News.  John 
W.  Hinton  is  one  of  the  oldest  living  representatives  of  the 
men  who  gathered  news  in  the  early  days.  He  was  city  man  on 
the  Sentinel  when  Rufus  King  was  editor.  Subsequently  he 
was  city  editor  of  the  Wisconsin.  In  recent  years  he  has  written 
voluminously  in  defense  of  the  tariff,  and  has  contributed  inter- 
esting Milwaukee  correspondence  to  the  Waukesha  Freeman. 


The  most  conspicuous  of  all  the  editors  of  the  old  News 
was  the  late  George  H.  Paul,  who  was  chairman  of  the  Demo- 
cratic State  Central  Committee  in  1873,  when  it  planned  and 
conducted  the  startlingly  successful  campaign  which  carried 
the  State  for  William  R.  Taylor.  Mr.  Paul's  long  service  as 
a  member  of  the  Board  of  Regents  of  the  State  University 
began  when  that  institution  was  little  better  than  a  cross-roads 
academy,  and  did  not  close  until  it  had  been  raised  to  the  first 
rank  among  the  educational  forces  of  the  country.  His  writ- 
ings were  distinguished  by  logical  and  forcible  presentation  ot 
ideas  and  by  superb  literary  finish. 

George  Godfrey's  Daily  Guide,  which  lived  for  several 
years  during  the  closing  '6o's  and  early  '7o's,  was  Milwaukee's 
pioneer  cheap  daily  paper.  Mr.  Godfrey  began  his  journal- 
istic life  as  local  editor  of  the  Wisconsin,  in  1856.  Three 
years  later  he  was  commercial  editor  of  the  News,  and  not 
long  after  that  he  established  his  daily  commercial  report.  In 
his  later  years  he  was  concerned  in  the  publication  of  the  Wis- 
consin Greenbacker  and  the  Daily  Signal. 

F.  W.  Friese  is  one  of  the  men  who  worked  on  the  Free 
Democrat.  He  has  been  commercial  editor  and  musical  critic 
for  the  Sentinel  for  more  than  thirty  years.  For  many  years 
he  was  associated  with  George  Godfrey  in  the  ownership  ot 
the  Milwaukee  Daily  Commercial  Letter,  which  is  now  his 
exclusive  property. 

The  late  Col.  E.  Harrison  Caw- 
ker  was  city  editor  of  the  News  in 
1867,  and  left  Milwaukee  in  charge 
of  a  colony  for  Kansas.  Return- 
ing to  Milwaukee,  he  founded  and 
conducted  for  many  years,  with 
marked  financial  success,  a  month- 
ly trade  publication,  the  United 
States  Miller,  which  lately  became 
the  property  of  Otis  Colburn. 

Alexander  C.  Botkin  came  to 
Milwaukee  from  Madison  after 


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0.  E.  Remy. 


**  %^- 


\ 


graduation  from  the  State  Univer- 
sity, and  worked  for  the  Sentinel 
until  he  felt  firm  on  his  pinions. 
Then  he  entered  the  service  of  the 
Chicago  Times.  He  became  editor- 
in-chief  of  the  Sentinel  after  the 
retirement  of  A.  M.  Thomson,  and 
held  the  position  for  nearly  four 
years,  leaving  to  become  United 
States  Marshal  for  Montana.  By  a 
stroke  with  which  he  was  seized 
Dan  B.  Starkey.  while  incumbent  of  this  office  Mr. 

Botkin  lost  the  use  of  his  legs.  But  he  has  never  lost  the 
use  of  his  head.  Fortunate  mining  investments  are  under- 
stood to  have  brought  him  considerable  wealth.  He  is  at 
present  Lieutenant-Governor  of  Montana,  with  an  eye  on  the 
United  States  Senatorship.  Frank  A.  Flower,  of  the  Superior 
Leader,  was  editorially  connected  with  the  Republican  and 
News  and  the  Wisconsin  in  the  early  '8o's.  Walter  E.  Gardner 
was  with  the  Wisconsin  as  city  editor  and  afterward  as  editorial 
writer  for  many  years  before  his  appointment  as  Consul  at 
Rotterdam  under  President  Harrison.  He  is  now  owner  and 
editor  of  the  Green  Bay  Gazette.  Louis  Lange,  the  proprietor 
and  editor  of  the  Fond  du  Lac  Reporter,  gained  his  insight 
into  the  mysteries  of  newspaperdom  on  the  Wisconsin.  T. 
F.  Strong,  until  lately  editorial  writer  for  the  Reporter, 
handled  telegraph  on  the  Republican  and  News,  and  on  the 
old  News.  Col.  Nicholas  Smith,  editor  and  part  proprietor 
of  the  Fond  du  Lac  Commonwealth,  was  also  for  a  time  a 
newspaper  worker  in  Milwaukee. 

Jere.  C.  Murphy,  Deputy  Railroad  Commissioner,  won 
reputation  as  a  pyrotechnic  paragrapher  while  connected  with 
the  Milwaukee  press.  Chase  S.  Osborn,  proprietor  and  editor 
of  the  Sault  Ste.  Marie  News,  and  Game  Warden  of  the  State 
of  Michigan,  and  George  C.  Youngs,  of  the  Florence  Mining 
News,  are  others  who  carry  certificates  of  graduation  from  the 
school  of  practical  journalism  in  this  city.  Gov.  Upham's 

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private  secretary,  Col.  William  J.  Anderson,  was  the  Milwau- 
kee correspondent  of  a  Chicago  paper,  as  was  and  is  his  imme- 
diate predecessor,  the  private  secretary  of  Gov.  Peck — Col.  G. 
P.  Mathes.  Will  A.  Rublee  left  the  city  editorship  of  the 
Sentinel  to  serve  his  country  as  Consul  at  Prague,  and  came 
back  to  write  editorials  for  the  Sentinel  at  the  conclusion  of 
his  term  abroad.  Col.  M.  Almy  Aldrich,  now  editor  of  the 
Grand  Rapids  Democrat,  won  his  newspaper  spurs  before 
coming  to  Milwaukee.  He  was  associated  in  an  editoral  capa- 
city with  various  newspapers  in  this  city,  and  held  a  govern- 
ment office  during  Cleveland's  first  administration,  tendered 
in  recognition  of  his  services  to  his  party.  Theron  W.  Haight, 
now  engaged  in  the  practice  of  law  at  Waukesha,  was  editorial 
writer  for  the  Sentinel  during  the  regime  of  N.  S.  Murphey, 
and  has  since  contributed  to  the  editorial  page  of  Yenowine's 
News.  He  is  master  of  a  vigorous  and  polished  literary  style, 
and  is  remarkably  deferential  to  facts. 

C.  C.  Bowsfield  has  founded  more  newspapers  than  any 
other  man  who  ever  flashed  athwart  the  journalistic  horizon  of 
this  city.  He  started  the  Sunday  Telegraph  with  Col.  Calkins, 
in  1878.  At  last  accounts  he  was  out  West. 

Col.  J.  A.  Watrous  began  as  a  country  editor,  and  worked 
up.  He  was  a  controlling  spirit  on  the  Fond  du  Lac  Com- 
monwealth when  Fond  du  Lac  was  Wisconsin's  second  city. 
Coming  to  Milwaukee,  he  acquired  an  interest  in  the  Tele- 
graph, and  subsequently  became 
sole  owner. 

M.  A.  Hoyt  has  a  head  for  bus- 
iness as  well  as  for  writing.  WTith 
his  partner,  W.  H.  Park,  he  has 
built  up  a  daily  newspaper  property 
which  is  valuable  in  esse  and  in 
posse. 

L.  W.  Nieman  came  to  Milwau- 
kee in  1878,  and  rapidly  worked 
up  from  compositor  to  managing 
editor  of  the  Sentinel.  He  is  now 


Col.  W.  J.  Anderson. 


W.  I..  Dunlop. 


the  chief  owner  and  editor-in-chief 
of  the  Milwaukee  Journal. 

Henry  Bleyer  is  an  old-timer 
who  towers  among  the  newspaper 
workers  of  the  present  like  a  cen- 
tury-breasting oak.  He  has  lived 
in  Milwaukee  since  East  Water 
Street  ran  into  a  marsh,  and  his 
active  career  as  a  writer  has 
spanned  the  life  of  a  generation. 
Whenever  a  doubt  arises  as  to  a 
date  or  a  fact  in  the  city's  early 
history,  it  has  only  to  be  referred  to  him  to  be  resolved.  His 
private  collection  of  documentary  material  relating  to  the 
pioneer  history  of  Milwaukee  is  the  richest  in  existence,  and 
his  personal  knowledge  of  men  and  events  is  a  store  of  bullion 
which  ought  to  be  coined  into  books.  Robert  B.  Johnson,  a  bril- 
liantly gifted  man  who  lavished  a  life  of  early  promise,  wrote, 
when  a  boy  in  his  'teens,  for  an  amateur  publication,  a  serial 
story  in  the  style  of  Oliver  Optic,  and  it  was  as  good  as  any  thing 
that  popular  author  ever  produced.  He  also  published  a  book 
of  ambitious  size,  "  The  Art  of  Rowing  in  America."  He  was 
a  reporter  for  the  Wisconsin  and  the  Commercial  Times,  and 
was  city  editor  of  the  Sentinel  for  a  short  time  in  1882.  Bob 
had  a  wide  acquaintance  with  books,  and  a  lively  fancy  and 
imagination.  He  disdained  the  physical  exertion  of  chasing 
after  items  in  the  days  when  there  was  scant  street-car  service 
and  the  telephone  was  unknown.  But  with  his  chair  tipped 
back,  and  his  heels  on  his  desk,  he  would  turn  out  yards  of 
handsome  copy  with  a  facility  that  was  remarkable,  and  it  was 
written  in  a  style  that  made  it  very  interesting  reading,  even 
though  it  was  not  news.  Will  Stapleton  was  a  contemporary 
of  Bob,  and  in  one  respect  antipodal  to  him,  for  Stapleton  was 
never  so  happy  as  when  exerting  himself  to  get  at  the  bottom 
facts.  When  Alec  Botkin  discovered  Stapleton,  and  invited 
him  to  join  the  city  force  of  the  Sentinel,  Will  was  a  teacher  in 
the  old  Engelmann  Academy.  His  first  work  was  on  local 


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specials,  and  was  done  with  a  careful  finish  that  caused  the 
other  boys  to  say  that  it  was  magazine  writing.  Stapleton 
resented  this,  and  very  soon  gave  proof  that  he  could  hunt 
sensations  to  their  lairs  as  well  as  the  best  of  them.  When 
the  State  Senate  was  in  secret  session  to  receive  the  report  of 
the  special  committee  on  the  charges  in  the  impeachment 
proceedings  against  Judge  Small,  Stapleton,  hidden  under  the 
floor,  in  the  register,  got  a  juicy  report,  at  the  imminent  peril 
of  his  life,  for  it  was  a  cold  day,  and  the  janitor  built  a  fire 
which  nearly  roasted  him  alive.  At  another  time,  when  Col. 
Bird  and  a  number  of  other  prominent  Democrats  held  a  secret 
conference  in  the  Plankinton  House,  Stapleton  got  onto  the 
ledge  of  the  window  of  their  room,  and  heard  all  they  said, 
startling  the  politicians  of  the  State  the  next  day  with  a  detailed 
report  of  the  meeting,  in  the  Sentinel.  From  Milwaukee, 
Stapleton  went  to  Denver,  and  became  editor  of  the  Rocky 
Mountain  News.  He  held  a  lucrative  position  in  the  mint. 
He  is  still  living  in  Denver. 

Some  of  the  best  sensational  reporting  ever  performed  in 
Milwaukee  was  done  in  Storey's  day  for  the  Chicago  Times 
by  Northrop  and  Marshall  and  Louis  Bleyer.  Northrop  wrote 
up  the  burning  of  the  Newhall  House  for  the  Times,  several 
years  before  it  occurred.  Louis  Bleyer  made  a  record  in  the 
Bush-Sartoris  affair  of  which  a  Pinkerton  detective  might  have 
been  justly  proud,  and  kept  the  whole  country  agog  for  days 
with  his  letters  to  the  Times. 

The  friendly  relations  which 
have  always  existed  between  the 
forces  of  the  German-American 
Press  in  Milwaukee  and  their 
English-writing  brethren,  almost 
warrant  encroachment  upon  ground 
that  will  no  doubt  be  adequately 
covered  sooner  or  later  in  a  volume 
representing  the  press  organiza- 
tion of  the  German-Americans. 
The  late  W.  W.  Coleman,  of  the 


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H.  S.  Dankoler. 


Herold,  was  one  of  the  early  members  ot  our  Club.  Bern- 
hard  Domschcke,  Frederick  Fratney,  Moritz  Schoeffler, 
P.  V.  Deuster,  George  Koeppen,  Herman  Sigel,  Dr.  Knotser, 
and  Dr.  Senner  are  among  the  men  who  writing  in  German 
have  done  much  that  has  enhanced  the  credit  of  journalism  in 
Milwaukee. 

JOHN  G.  GREGORY. 


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Worlds  fair 
Journalists. 


"I  f     ^-^ 

J0VRNALI5JS, 


1 1 E  22d  of  June  is  written  large 
and  with  color  in  the  annals 
j[of  the  Milwaukee  Press  Club. 
Furthermore,  it  is  commemorated  by  the  Club's  annual  out- 
ings, which  now  occur  regularly  on  that  date,  or  as  near 
thereto  as  is  consistent  with  the  ability  of  the  members  of  the 
Club  to  absent  themselves  from  business  en  masse.  This 
latter  tribute  to  a  day  of  pleasant  memory  is  peculiarly  appro- 
priate. The  luridity  of  the  annual  outbreaks  of  the  Club, 
and  the  exuberance  of  fellowship  in  the  wilds  of  the  Auer 
"farm,"  recall  the  stately  but  equally  felicitous  gathering  which 
gave  lasting  grace  to  the  day,  and  the  ruddy  finale  at  the  Club 
rooms  that  joined  two  days  with  uninterrupted  merriment. 
The  Club's  outings  are  banquet  and  "commers"  combined, 
with  sylvan  garnishments.  They  occur  on  the  longest  day 
and  the  shortest  night  of  the  year,  but  by  a  magical  inversion 
the  day  becomes  simply  a  brief  prelude,  while  the  night  is 
drawn  out  into  a  period  of  revelry 
equal  in  length  to  the  merry  Club 
nights  of  the  winter  solstice. 

The  date  we  celebrate  received 
its  chaplet  in  1893 — "  World's  Fair 
year" — when  Chicago  captured 
the  whole  cake,  and  when  her  am- 
bitious neighbors  each  strove  to 
get  something  more  than  mere 
crumbs.  Early  in  the  year  schemes 
were  advanced  to  attract  the  atten- 
tion of  visitors  to  the  World's 


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H.  G.  Underwood. 


A.  Q.  Wright. 


Columbian  Exposition,  and,  il  pos- 
sible, to  induce  them  to  visit  Mil- 
waukee. A  boom  prevailed  in  real 
estate  and  business  circles,  and  in 
consequence  there  was  great  fertil- 
ity of  expedient.  Various  propo- 
sitions were  made,  and  the  Com- 
mon Council  was  asked  to  consider 
the  advisability  of  appropriating 
$100,000  for  advertising  purposes. 
It  was  suggested  that  great  signs 
could  be  erected  in  Chicago,  on 
vacant  lots,  bearing  extravagant  announcements  in  giant  let- 
ters. Somebody  advocated  the  enlistment  of  an  army  of 
"sandwich  men,"  to  literally  carry  Milwaukee  to  the  front. 
An  exceedingly  ambitious  inventor  proposed  to  build  an 
aluminum  air  ship  that  would  rise  to  the  upper  atmosphere  in 
disobedience  of  natural  law  and  with  a  big  screw  wheel  bore 
a  hole  into  the  air  between  the  two  cities  and  let  the  ship  slide 
back  and  forth  through  it  at  the  rate  of  one  hundred  miles  an 
hour,  carrying  visitors  to  and  from  the  World's  Fair.  When 
the  nightmare  of  ingenuity  was  at  its  height,  the  Press  Club 
came  to  Milwaukee's  rescue.  One  of  its  most  esteemed  mem- 
bers, Chas.  K.  Lush,  conceived  the  happy  idea  of  luring  from 
the  Fair  for  one  day  the  small  army  of  newspaper  correspond- 
ents from  foreign  countries,  and  entertaining  them  so  hospit- 
ably that  they  would,  in  common  gratitude,  write  to  their 
respective  newspapers  about  Milwaukee's  enterprise  and 
beauty,  and  thus  advertise  the  city  to  the  uttermost  corners  of 
the  world.  The  Club  submitted  the  scheme  to  the  merchants 
and  manufacturers  of  the  city,  and  the  enterprising  men  of 
business  recognized  its  merit  in  an  instant,  and  expressed  a 
desire  to  co-operate  with  the  Press  Club  in  entertaining  the 
foreign  journalists. 

A  committee  of  the  Press  Club  discussed  the  matter  at 
several  meetings  with  a  committee  of  business  men,  and  the 
preliminaries  were  satisfactorily  arranged.  The  Club  was 


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represented  at  these  meetings  by  President  Herman  Bleyer, 
Geo.  H.  Yenowine,  Chas.  K.  Lush,  Ed.  Quin,  and  Dr.  E.  \V. 
Krackowizer,  and  the  business  men  by  Henry  C.  Payne, 
August  Richter,  Jr.,  and  others. 

Without  loss  of  time  a  committee,  consisting  of  Geo.  H. 
Yenowine,  Chas.  K.  Lush,  Harold  G.  Underwood,  Frederic 
Heath,  and  Dr.  E.  W.  Krackowizer  went  to  Chicago  to  perfect 
the  arrangements,  bearing  with  them  the  formal  invitation, 
which  was  framed  as  follows: 

The  Milwaukee  Press  Club 
Requests  the  Honor  of  Your  Presence  at  a 

Banquet 

Tendered  in  Behalf  of  the  Citizens  of  Milwaukee 
To  Distinguished  Foreign  and  American  Journalists, 

Thursday,  June  22,  1893. 
R.  S.  V.  P. 

The  committee  encountered  a  number  of  discouraging  ob- 
stacles, but  it  stuck  to  its  task  with  journalistic  pertinacity, 
and  eventually  succeeded  in  making  all  necessary  arrange- 
ments for  the  success  of  the  happy  enterprise.  It  learned, 
when  it  reached  Chicago,  that  the  dedication  of  the  Ferris 
Wheel  was  to  take  place  on  the  date  fixed  for  the  recep- 
tion and  banquet,  and  that  Maj.  Moses  P.  Handy,  Chief  of 
the  Bureau  of  Publicity  and  Promotion  of  the  World's  Fair, 
who  had  been  counted  on  to  act  as  dean  of  the  visiting  news- 
paper men  and  Exposition  officials, 
was  down  on  the  programme  for  a 
speech  on  the  occasion  of  the  first 
turning  of  the  Brobdingnagian 
wheel.  As  Maj.  Handy  could  not 
be  spared,  the  committee  brought 
every  influence  it  could  enlist  to 
bear  in  favor  of  a  postponement  of 
the  dedication  exercises,  which 
was  eventually  accomplished.  In 
this  effort  the  committee  was  earn- 
estly assisted  by  President  Stanley 


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Fred  Dougherty. 


Willis  L.  Moore. 


Waterloo,  Opie  Reid,  John  Fuller 
and  other  members  of  the  Chicago 
Press  Club,  which  invariably  ex- 
tends every  courtesy  within  its 
power  to  the  members  of  the  Mil- 
waukee press. 

On  the  day  previous  to  the  re- 
ception and  entertainment  Geo.  H. 
Yenowine,  Harold  G.  Underwood, 
A.  W.  Dingwall,  M.  D.  Malkoff, 
Geo.  W.  Peck,  Jr.,  W.  J.  Ander- 
son and  Dr.  E.  W.  Krackowizer 
went  to  Chicago  as  a  committee  of  escort.  The  weather  was 
threatening  and  showery,  but  it  transpired  that  this  cause  of 
anxiety  was  Nature's  contribution  to  the  conspiracy  of  the 
Press  Club's  friends  in  favor  of  a  perfect  event.  The  22d 
dawned  as  perfect  a  June  day  as  was  ever  recorded  by 
weather  observers.  The  atmosphere  was  clear  and  invigorat- 
ing, and  not  a  particle  of  dust  was  afloat.  This  made  the  run 
from  Chicago  over  the  Chicago,  Milwaukee  &  St.  Paul  Rail- 
way a  preliminary  treat. 

The  train  arrived  at  the  Union  Depot  at  11:15  o'clock.  It 
consisted  of  a  parlor  car,  two  ordinary  coaches,  and  a  baggage 
.car.  and  was  comfortably  filled,  the  ladies  and  their  escorts 
occupying  the  parlor  car.  A  committee  of  business  men  and  a 
committee  of  the  Press  Club  welcomed  the  city's  guests. 
Gov.  Peck  was  with  the  committees.  He  had  intended  to  go 
to  Chicago  to  assist  the  escort,  but  official  duties  at  Madison 
made  it  impossible  for  him  to  do  so.  Among  those  who  were 
at  the  depot  were  Horace  Rublee,  W.  T.  Walthall,  Jr.,  P.  V. 
Deuster,  Paul  Bechtner,  Francis  B.  Keene,  W.  J.  Pohl,  Geo. 
Koeppen,  Henry  E.  Legler,  Herman  Bleyer,  Julius  Bleyer, 
E.  C.  Wall,  Col.  W.  J.  Boyle,  Henry  C.  Payne,  John  E. 
Hansen,  Henry  M.  Mendel,  H.  J.  Steinman,  E.  C.  Eldridge, 
Col.  J.  A.  Watrous,  August  G.  Richter,  Jr.,  J.  T.  Bannen, 
Richard  B.  Watrous,  John  R.  Wolf,  W.  F.  Hooker,  B.  B. 
Hopkins,  Willis  L.  Moore,  W.  D.  Carrick,  Ed.  S.  Quinn, 


Capt.  Mason  Jackson,  C  S.  Clark,  A.  C.  Dick,  H.  C.  Camp- 
bell, P.  J.  Shannon,  Capt.  I.  M.  Bean,  H.  H.  Rand,  Curt  M. 
Treat,  A.  W.  Dingwall,  Fred.  Wilkins,  J.  D.  McManus, 
Herman  Schultz,  R.  B.  Wescott,  C.  W.  Emerson  and  Frank 
Schultz. 

The  visitors  were  escorted  to  a  special  train  of  trolley  cars 
which  had  been  made  up  on  Third  Street,  in  front  of  the 
Davidson  Theater.  When  the  cars  had  received  their  brilliant 
freight  they  were  photographed.  Some  difficulty  was  experi- 
enced in  getting  a  picture,  owing  to  the  immense  crowd  of  on- 
lookers that  occupied  the  streets  and  walks.  Vice-President 
Henry  C.  Payne's  elegant  private  car  led  the  train,  carrying 
the  ladies  and  their  escorts.  Among  the  occupants  of  this  car 
were  Mrs.  Eugene  Field,  Mrs.  John  F.  Ballantyne,  Mrs. 
Dogget,  Miss  Erickson,  Gov.  Geo.  W.  Peck,  Mayor  Carter 
Harrison  of  Chicago,  Maj.  Moses  P.  Handy,  Henry  C.  Payne, 
Hakky  Bey,  the  Turkish  Commissioner,  Henry  M.  Mendel, 
Geo.  W.  Peck,  Jr.,  Geo.  H.  Yenowine  and  Herman  Bleyer. 

The  train  moved  through  the  city  by  a  circuitous  route,  the 
members  of  the  Press  Club  acted  as  guides,  calling  the  atten- 
tion of  the  occupants  of  the  cars  to  objects  of  interest  on  the 
way.  When  the  Soldiers'  Home  was  reached  a  tempting 
lunch  was  found  in  readiness,  in  the  pavilion — a  thoughtful 
provision  made  at  the  suggestion  and  under  the  direction  of 
Chas.  K.  Lush.  Here  Dr.  E.  W.  Krackowizer  introduced  Gov. 
Peck,  who  made  a  few  humorous 
remarks,  in  the  course  of  which 
Mayor  Carter  Harrison  of  Chicago 
announced  in  his  happy  style  that 
the  governor  was  the  gentleman 
who  was  made  famous  by  his  "  Bad 
Boy."  "  Yes,"  rejoined  Gov.  Peck, 
"you  are  the  '  Bad  Boy.'  "  After 
lunching  in  the  balmy  air  of  the 
Home  grounds  the  refreshed  guests 
were  again  enlivened  by  Gov.  Peck, 
who  appeared  on  the  balcony  and 


George  W.  Peck,  Jr. 


1 


Frank  M.  Harbach. 


delivered  a  humorous  address. 
Miss  Alice  Raymond,  the  famous 
cornetist,  then  sounded  the  bugle 
calls  with  drum  accompaniment. 
As  the  assembly  call,  reveille, 
assembly  of  the  guard,  detail, 
adjutant's  call  and  the  tattoo 
pealed  forth,  the  pleased  veterans 
of  the  war  paid  the  fair  musician 
hearty  tributes  of  applause.  In 
response  to  these  acknowledg- 
ments Miss  Raymond  played 
"  Marching  Through  Georgia,"  and  "  Dixie." 

Mayor  Carter  Harrison,  of  Chicago,  then  delivered  a  witty 
and  eloquent  address,  rallying  Gov.  Peck  and  paying  a 
warm  tribute  to  Milwaukee,  which  he  said  was  the  home  of 
music  and  the  future  American  Baireuth.  In  behalf  of  1, 800 
veterans  of  the  Home,  he  read  a  letter  signed  by  E.  \V.  Xagle 
greeting  the  visitors  to  the  Home  and  extending  to  them, 
through  Hon.  John  L.  Mitchell,  "an  Irish  welcome,  which 
means  an  honest  welcome  multiplied  a  hundred  fold."  Mayor 
Harrison  laughingly  substituted  his  own  name  for  that  of 
Senator  Mitchell.  After  humorous  allusions  to  Gov.  Peckand 
himself  as  soldiers  of  the  war,  Mayor  Harrison  pronounced  a 
stirring  eulogy  on  the  heroes  of  the  war  of  the  rebellion. 

At  the  conclusion  of  the  speaking  the  guests  and  their 
escorts  were  photographed  on  the  lawn,  and  then  seated  in 
carriages  for  an  extended  drive.  The  brilliant  procession 
swept  into  the  city,  winding  through  a  number  of  private 
grounds  on  the  way.  Capt.  Fred.  Pabst  received  the  party 
with  hearty  salutes  and  handshakes,  as  he  stood  on  the  porch 
of  his  palatial  residence.  A  short  halt  was  made  at  the  brew- 
ery of  the  Joseph  Schlitz  Company,  where  refreshments  were 
served.  When  the  procession  swept  down  Prospect  Avenue, 
giving  the  visitors  glimpses  of  the  beautiful  bay  through 
handsome  residence  grounds,  there  were  loud  exclamations  of 
delight.  These  exclamations  developed  into  enthusiastic  ad- 


miration  as  the  carriages  turned  into  Juneau  Place  and  Mil- 
waukee Bay  lay  in  full  view  from  the  top  of  the  bluff.  The 
bay  was  a  revelation  to  many  of  the  strangers,  who  declared 
that  it  was  one  of  the  most  beautiful  views  they  had  ever 
enjoyed.  The  drive  ended  at  the  Lay  ton  Art  Gallery,  where 
the  carriages  were  dismissed. 

The  banquet  at  the  Hotel  Pfister  in  the  evening  was  a 
brilliant  function.  The  regal  splendor  of  the  table  accessories 
and  the  pristine  beauty  of  the  spacious  dining  hall  met  the 
requirements  of  the  great  occasion  to  the  fullest  extent,  and 
the  feast  set  forth  by  the  hotel's  chef  was  an  exposition  of 
culinary  skill.  The  menu  was  as  follows: 


BANQUET  TENDERED  TO  THE 

FOREIGN  AND  AMERICAN  JOURNALISTS 

BY  THE  MILWAUKEE  PRESS  CLUB. 


Radies. 


MENU. 
Little  Neck  Clams. 

Niersteiner. 
Consomme  Printaniere  aux  Quenelles. 

Amontillado. 
Timbale  de  Riz  de  Veau  Rachel. 

Almonds  Salee. 

Saumon  bouilli,  Sauce  Cardinal. 

Salade  de  Concombres.         Pommes  Dauphine. 

Haute  Sauterne. 

Filet  Pique  aux  Truffles,  et  Champignons  Frais. 
Petits  Pois  Francaise. 
Mumm's  Extra  Dry. 
Asperges  en  branche,  au  beurre. 

Sorbet  Imperatrice. 

Becasse  Roti  Flanques  sur  Canape. 

Salade  de  Laitue  et  Tomate. 

Chateau  de  la  Paix. 

Gateaux  aux  fraises. 

Fruits.  Fromage. 

Cafe. 

Hotel  Pfister. 
Milwaukee,  Wisconsin. 

Juin  22,  1893. 


Olives. 


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Jno.  F.  Crai 


A.  W.  Dingwall. 


The  table  of  honor  extended 
along  the  south  side  of  the  hall, 
and  the  other  tables  reached  across 
the  hall  at  right  angles.  Over  200 
persons  participated  in  the  ban- 
quet, which  was  thoroughly  enjoy- 
able to  the  visitors  because  of  its 
informality.  Cordiality  reigned  and 
exchanges  of  courtesies  were  fre- 
quent. A  number  of  German  jour- 
nalists arose  from  their  places  and 
proceeded  to  where  Dr.  Ernest 
Hart,  the  eminent  editor  of  the  British  Medical  Journal,  was 
seated  and  courteously  toasted  him.  They  then  paid  the  same 
conspicuous  compliment  to  Horace  Rublee.  During  the 
evening  the  orchestra  in  the  balcony  played  the  national  airs 
of  the  leading  nations  of  the  world.  As  the  music  recalled 
home  and  country,  the  joyous  guests  were  moved  by  an 
irresistible  feeling  of  patriotism  to  cheer  their  national  hymns. 
Many  sang  the  "  Marseillaise  "  and  "  Die  Wacht  am  Rhein," 
while  the  band  played  those  airs. 

When  the  cigars  were  reached,  President  Herman  Bleyer, 
of  the  Press  Club,  who  sat  at  the  center  of  the  table  of  honor, 
with  Horace  Rublee,  the  toastmaster,  on  his  right,  and  Gov. 
Geo.  W.  Peck  on  his  left,  began  the  intellectual  programme 
by  greeting  the  guests  of  the  evening  and  declaring  that  the 
day  had  been  a  proud  one  for  the  Press  Club.  He  said  that 
from  the  opening  of  the  World's  Columbian  Exposition,  the 
members  of  the  Milwaukee  Press  Club  had  felt  that  they 
would  like  to  gather  in  the  little  army  of  busy  press  workers 
who  were  telling  the  world  of  the  beauties  of  the  greatest  Ex- 
position that  had  ever  been  conceived  by  any  country  under 
the  sun.  The  Club  had  finally  succeeded  in  doing  this,  and 
now  it  earnestly  hoped  that  its  guests  had  had  a  good  time. 
"We  have!  We  have!  "  came  from  all  parts  of  the  hall. 

President  Bleyer  closed  his  remarks  by  introducing  Horace 
Rublee,  who  was  greeted  with  enthusiastic  applause.  Mr. 


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Rublee  spoke  at  length,  sketching  the  history  of  Milwaukee 
and  making  interesting  observations  in  regard  to  American 
institutions  and  the  American  people.  His  address  was 
scholarly  and  eloquent. 

The  toast  "Wisconsin"  drew  a  characteristically  happy 
speech  from  Gov.  Geo.  W.  Peck. 

James  G.  Flanders  responded  to  the  toast  "Milwaukee" 
with  a  speech  in  which  he  recounted  the  city's  growth  and  set 
forth  her  advantages.  He  presented  facts  and  figures  that 
would  have  overburdened  a  less  eloquent  address,  and  thus 
showed  that  he  fully  appreciated  the  purpose  of  the  gath- 
ering. 

The  World's  Fair  correspondents  had  an  eloquent  and 
witty  spokesman  in  Maj.  Moses  P.  Handy,  who  joked  Gov. 
Peck  about  his  stories  in  regard  to  Milwaukee,  and  matched 
one  of  the  Governor's  tales  with  a  tale  about  a  St.  Paul 
boomer. 

W.  Austin,  of  the  London  Morning  Post,  made  eloquent 
acknowledgment  for  "The  English  Press." 

Rudolph  Cronau,  of  Leipsic,  spoke  briefly  in  German,  and 
Adrian  Paradis,  French  Commissioner  of  Fine  Arts,  delivered 
a  short  address  in  French.  Franz  Berg,  who  represented 
Herr  Wermuth,  the  German  Imperial  Commissioner,  made 
an  eloquent  speech  in  English. 

J.   S.  Larke,  Executive  Commissioner  for  Canada,  made 
one  of  the  wittiest  and  most  enter- 
taining speeches  of  the  evening. 

Thomas  Watt,  Commissioner 
for  British  Guiana,  proposed  three 
cheers  for  Milwaukee,  which  were 
given  in  many  languages  and  with 
a  polyglot  "  Tiger!  " 

Eugene  Field  recited  two  of  his 
poems,  "Casey's  Table  d'Hote," 
and  "  Wynken,  Blynken  and 
Nod." 

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M.  C.  Douglas. 


M.  D.  Malkoff. 


JJi  %O£  After    the   banquet    the    Press 

jT  Club  held  a  reception,  or  "  com- 

I  llfit  *K  mers,"  in  its  rooms,  to  which  the 

guests  repaired  in  a  body.  The 
spirit  of  the  grotesquely  pictur- 
esque apartments  is  infectious,  and 
all  immediately  abandoned  them- 
selves to  thoroughly  Bohemian 
enjoyment.  Refreshments  were 
plentiful  and  cigar  smoke  dense 
and  all-pervading.  Eugene  Field, 
Paul  Hull,  Dr.  Ernest  Hart  and 

Will  Vischer  convulsed  the  crowd  with  recitations,  poems, 
dialect  sketches  and  songs.  Nearly  every  member  of  the 
Press  Club  assisted  in  entertaining  the  guests,  who  occupied  the 
Club  rooms  and  the  rooms  of  the  German  journalists  on  the 
floor  below.  The  assemblage  was  a  remarkable  one.  It  in- 
cluded representatives  of  many  nations,  who  fraternized  as 
they  drank  and  smoked.  Even  the  picturesque  representa- 
tives of  Japan,  who  could  not  understand  a  word  that  was 
said,  participated  in  the  merriment  of  the  occasion.  The 
"  commers  "  lasted  until  daylight. 

At  10:30  o'clock  on  Friday  morning,  June  23d,  the  Chicago, 
Milwaukee  &  St.  Paul  special  train  steamed  out  of  Union 
Depot  with  the  visitors,  on  the  return  trip  to  Chicago.  Every- 
body was  pleased,  and  on  every  hand  could  be  heard  re- 
marks in  grateful  acknowledgment  of  the  courtesies  and  the 
lavish  hospitality  which  had  imparadised  the  stay  of  the  visi- 
tors in  Milwaukee.  Among  those  who  were  present  to 
"speed  the  parting  guest"  were  Gov.  Peck,  Horace  Rublee, 
Herman  Bleyer  and  other  members  of  the  Press  Club,'  and 
Geo.  H.  Yenowine  with  Mrs.  Eugene  Field  and  Mrs.  Ballan- 
tyne  of  Chicago,  and  Mrs.  Dogget,  of  St.  Louis.  The  depart- 
ing journalists  cheered  lustily  as  the  train  moved  out  of  the 
depot,  continuing  their  hearty  acknowledgment  of  Milwaukee's 
generosity  until  they  were  lost  to  view. 


When  Chicago  was  reached  the  following  message  was 
sent  back  over  the  wires: 

CHICAGO,  June  23,  1893. 
Secretary  Milwaukee  Press  Club. 

Returning  from  excur>ion,  we  wish  to  tender  the  members  of  the 
Milwaukee  press  our  best  thanks  for  the  liberal  and  fraternal  hos- 
pitality extended  to  us.  Our  visit  to  your  beautiful  city  will  remain 
everlasting  among  the  finest  souvenirs  of  the  Chicago  Exposition. 

DALFERO, 
Secretary  Italian  Royal  Commission. 

Eugene  Field  and  wife,  Mrs.  John  Ballantyne  and  Mrs. 
Dogget  remained  in  the  city  as  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Geo. 
H.  Yenowine.  They  were  entertained  at  luncheon  by  Horace 
Rublee  at  his  residence  on  Prospect  Avenue,  together  with  W. 
Austin,  of  the  London  Morning  Post,  and  Edmund  Mitchell, 
of  the  Melbourne  Age  and  Sydney  Telegraph. 

The  distinguished  party  which  was  entertained  by  the 
Press  Club  was  composed  as  follows: 

Thomas  B.  Bryan,  vice-president  Columbian  Exposition  ;  Moses  P. 
Handy,  chief,  John  T.Cramhall,  assistant,  and  Victor  Sarner,  German 
editor,  bureau  of  publicity  and  promotion;  Adolph  Wermuth,  German 
imperial  commissioner,  represented  by  Franz  Berg,  assistant  commis- 
sioner; Sir  Henry  Truman  Wood,  secretary  Royal  British  Commis- 
sion; J.  S.  I.arke,  executive  commissioner  for  Canada;  T.  J.  Bell, 
official  reporter  for  Canada;  W.  M.  Andrews,  superintendent  transpor- 
tation department  of  Canada ;  N.  Avery,  commissioner  for  the  province 
of  Ontario;  C.  W.  Young,  official  re- 
porter for  the  Ontario  Cornwall  Free- 
holder; F.  Howard  Annes,  assistant 
reporter  for  the  Ontario  Whitby  Chron- 
icle: Charles  F.  Law,  commissioner 
British  Columbia;  W.  P.  Perley.  com- 
missioner Northwest  Territory;  Fitz- 
William  Terry,  superintendent  liberal 
arts  New  South  Wales,  Australian  Press 
News;  J.  J.  Grinlinton,  special  com- 
missioner, Ceylon;  L.  Wiener,  commis- 
sioner Cape  of  Good  Hope;  I.  I. 
Quelch,  special  commissioner  British 
Guiana;  G.  V.  Dalfero,  secretary 


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W.  W.  Pollock. 


H.  C.  Campbell. 


f  Italian    Royal    Commission;     Prof.    J. 

Hubert  Vos,  R.  B.  A.,  acting  commis- 
^     1  sioner  fine   arts  Netherlands;  Ibrahim 

Hakky  Bey,  Imperial  Ottoman  commis- 
sioner general;  Marquis  de  Chassel- 
oup  Laubat,  special  commissioner 
French  Republic ;  Adrien  Paradis,  spe- 
cial commissioner  fine  arts  France; 
Axel  Welm,  secretary  Royal  Swedish 
Commission;  W.  Austin,  Morning  Post, 
London;  James  Milne,  Daily  Chron- 
icle, London;  Francis  Edlam,  Pall 
Mall  Gazette,  London;  J.  S.  C.  Brown, 
Leader,  Edinburgh;  Richard  Owen, 
Banner  and  Times,  Denbigh,  Wales;  A.  Cookman,  Roberts'  Musical 
Times,  London;  E.  R.  Dolby,  The  Engineer,  London;  Alice  M. 
Hart,  Ernest  Hart,  British  Medical  Journal,  London;  Charles  A. 
Baker,  British  Colonial  Druggist,  London;  Thomas  Watts,  Press 
News,  British  Guiana;  H.  Gilbert  Stringer,  Daily  Times,  Dun- 
edin,  New  Zealand;  Edmund  Mitchell,  Daily  Telegram,  Mel- 
bourne, New  South  Wales;  Joseph  Wilson,  Builder  and  Contractor 
News,  Sydney,  N.  S.  W. ;  George  E.  Wray,  West  Elgin  Mercury, 
Canada;  Heinrich  Blau,  Londoner  Feuilletonistische  Nachrichten; 
Rudolf  Cronau,  Gartenlaube,  Leipzig;  Mrs.  Anna  Simson,  Nord  und 
Sued,  Breslau;  Dr.  Constantin  Noerrenberg,  Rhein- Westphalia, 
Essen;  Mrs.  Louise  Weber,  Mecklenburger  Tageblatt;  Theodor 
Phillipp,  Hamburger  Nachrichten;  Carl  Boettcher,  Breslauer  Zei- 
tung;  Mrs.  Adele  Boettcher,  Leipziger  Tageblatt;  Dr.  L.  Kayler- 
Post,  Berlin;  Hermann  Helger,  Berliner  Lokalanzeiger;  Otto  Liebe, 
truth,  Nordhausener  Zeitung;  H.  C.  Schultz,  Strassburger  Post; 
Christian  Benkard,  Ueber  Land  und  Meer,  Leipzig;  Miss  Elise  Voll- 
mar,  Schweitzer  Familienblatt,  Zuerich ;  Leopold  Jockel,  Neuigkeits 
Welbblatt,  Wien;  M.  Schmidthofer,  Welzer  Anzeiger;  Dr.  Hugo 
Hunfalfy,  Magyar  Hirlop,  Buda  Pesth ;  A  Verdure,  du  Bethomez 
Journal,  Paris;  S.  M.  Loubrie,  La  Gironde,  Bordeaux;  H.  Percy 
Guy,  Le  Rappel,  Paris;  Dr.  Alexis  Rieunier,  Journal  deCelte;  Louis 
Hennis,  Illustriret  Tidende,  Copenhagen;  A.  Edling,  a  Swedish  syn- 
dicate; Ragnar  Sohlman,  Aftonbladet,  Stockholm;  Harold  Kimbarz, 
Nya  Dagligt  Allehanda,  Stockholm;  Etienne  Barszesewski,  Kurza 
Warsawski,  Russia;  Jenny  Ericson,  Altonblat,  Helsingfors,  Finland; 
Anna  Molander,  Hemmet  Och  Samhallet,  Helsingfors;  HranoAsadow, 
Arelvelk,  Constantinople;  Paul  S.  Ourfalian,  Monzeuma,  Constanti- 
nople; M.  Terakado  and  T.  Ineno,  Osaka  Mainichi  Shinban,  Tokio; 
Ph.  H.  Stynis,  Haarlemsche  Courant,  Haarlem,  Holland;  H.  H. 


Kohlsaat,  Inter-Ocean;  Eugene  Field,  News;  Charles  D.  Almy,  Maj. 
John  B.  Warde,  Leroy  Armstrong,  Herald;  H.  E.  O.  Heinemann,  The 
Brewer;  J.  P.  Pollard.  Figaro;  Frank  S.  Pixley  and  J.  J.  Lane, 
Evening  Post;  John  Ritchie,  N.  M.  Reed,  Jr.,  Banner  of  Gold;  S. 
Wright,  Dunning,  Fred.  C.  Laird,  M.  Hennius,  German  Press  Club — 
all  of  Chicago;  Dr.  Ad.  Wiener,  Oesterreich-Ungarische  Zeitung;  Dr. 
Henrick  CooJing,  Skandenaven;  M.  DeYoung,  Chronicle,  San  Fran- 
cisco; Will  Vischer,  Spokane  News;  John  Fay,  New  York  World; 
Thomas  O.  Quincy,  North  American,  Philadelphia;  George  L.  Bovee, 
Herald,  El  Paso,  Tex. ;  Maj.  George  A.  Tappan,  Donahue's  Magazine, 
Boston;  Carter  Harrison,  Chicago;  A.  Broletti,  Perseveranga,  Milan; 
E.  Patrizi,  Lombardia,  Milan;  Rome;  E.  Candiani,  Industria,  Milan ; 
G.  Campi,  Arte  et  Natura,  Milan;  G.  Pogliani,  Rivista  Internationale, 
Milan;  F.  Tryegnoli,  Villaggio,  Milan;  P.  Rossi,  Gazzetta,  Venice; 
V.  Flipponi,  Gazzetta  Piemontese,  Turin;  G.  Peterso,  Gazzetta, 
Naples;  E.  Conti,  Commercio,  Milan;  A.  Besetti,  Commercio,  Flor- 
ence; G.  Ciambeti,  Italio  American,  New  York. 

The  bread  of  hospitality  which  Milwaukee  cast  upon  the 
waters  in  entertaining  the  foreign  journalists  and  foreign 
officials  on  duty  at  the  World's  Columbian  Exposition  was 
plentiful  in  quantity  and  accompanied  by  a  generous  outpour- 
ing of  the  choicest  wines  of  refreshment,  but  in  accordance 
with  the  predictions  of  the  promoters  of  the  happy  enterprise 
it  was  returned  like  the  bread  of  the  proverb,  multiplied  many 
limes.  For  months  after  the  reception  and  entertainment 
newspapers  came  to  the  Milwaukee  Press  Club  from  all  parts 
of  the  world,  containing  World's  Fair  correspondence  in  which 
Milwaukee  was  described  with  glowing  words,  and  her  beauty 
and  her  enterprise  and  hospitality 
praised  in  the  superlative  degree. 
The  writers  of  these  letters  will 
never  forget  the  enjoyment  of  the 
perfect  June  day  during  which  they 
were  the  guests  of  Milwaukee,  and 
the  city  will  be  pleasantly  men- 
tioned whenever  they  have  occa- 
sion to  say  anything  about  the 
people  of  the  New  World. 

Of  all    the  cities  that  tried  to 
advertise  themselves  to  advantage 


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J.  C.  Garrison. 


among  the  visitors  to  the  World's  Fair,  Milwaukee  alone 
succeeded  in  spreading  her  name  and  fame  to  the  utter- 
most parts  of  the  civilized  world;  and  through  the  kind 
offices  of  the  Milwaukee  Press  Club  she  obtained  this  diffu- 
sive advertising  for  a  comparatively  small  amount  of  money. 
Had  the  Common  Council  appropriated  $100,000  for  the  work 
it  could  have  secured  no  such  results  as  were  achieved  by  the 
Press  Club  for  only  a  small  fraction  of  that  amount. 

JULIUS  BLEYER. 


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EASTER  AT  THE  CLUB. 


HAT   ho,    the   Press  Club  gathers  !    Behold,    'tis 

Master  night, 
And  all  the  Knights  of  Pencil  and  of  Pen 
Are  mustered  in  their  quarters;  the  board  is  all  bedight 

With  the  fruit  of  the  meek  and  gentle  hen. 
With  a  face  as  red  as  fire,  the  valiant  Julius  Bleyer 

Comes  fresh  from  bending  o'er  the  kitchen  range 
And  waves  aloft  on  high,  not  the  spider  and  the  fly, 
But  the  spider  and  the  eggs — a  welcome  change. 

Now,  then,  who'll  have  peraties  ?      Oh  here  they  are,  all  hot  ! 

Are  there  any  actors  here  ?     Who'll  have  the  ham  ? 
Here  are  eggs  boiled,  fried  and  scrambled.     Here,  take  'em 
now  or  not. 

And  the  platter  strikes  the  table  with  a  slam. 
From  the  grill-room  with  a  rush,  comes  the  omni- 
present Lush 

With  a  smoking  pot  of  coffee  in  his  hand, 
And  with  a  gentle  roll,  bearing  high  a  salad  bowl, 

Wallie  Walthall  next  appears,  and  takes  his  stand. 

Gambrinus  isn't  slighted — the  amber  fluid  flows; 

And  the  rattle  of  the  knife  and  fork  abounds. 
The  fun  is  fast  and  furious,  the  corn-cob  pipe  soon 
glows 

And  many  a  song  and  jest  that  night  resounds. 
Then  rising  on  their  legs  all  take  to  picking  eggs. 

Frank  Keene  succeeds,  till  china  eggs  are  barred, 
And  the  gallant  Colonel  Peck  shows  an  egg  without  a  speck 

And  carries  off  the  prizes,  which  is  hard. 

Oh,  nights  of  fun  and  laughter  that  these  old  walls  have  known! 

Where  all  forget  the  wrangles  of  the  day. 
And  where  the  ancient  grievances  in  clouds  of  smoke  are  blown 

Forever  and  forever  far  away. 

Long  may  the  boys  here  gather — long  may  the  grill- 
room stand, 

Long  may  the  guests  endure  a  friendly  roast. 
"  To  the  good  Milwaukee  Press  Club  " — here  take 

your  glass  in  hand 

And  drink  with  me  the  honored  Press  Club  toast. 
H.  G.  UNDERWOOD. 


doofcere'  ant>  Eaters' 

(Xlmftea.) 


A550CIATIO/1  (LIMITS) 


i HE  Cookers'  and  Eaters'  Association 
is  an  organization  of  club  members, 
and  was  born  of  a  rebellion  caused 
by  a  good  appetite  and  a  decided  disinclination  to  attempt  to  ap- 
pease it  on  a  continual  diet  of  spareribs  and  sauerkraut.  After 
quite  a  period  of  agitation  the  chairman  of  the  room  committee 
was  granted  permission,  about  a  year  ago,  to  place  a  gas  stove 
in  the  billiard  room  and  to  also  purchase  a  small  outfit  for 
cooking  purposes.  Many  of  the  members  scoffed  at  the  ven- 
ture and  predicted  that  the  stove  would  never  be  used  to  any 
extent.  But  the  little  band  of  cooking  promoters  went  right 
ahead,  their  first  efforts  being  devoted  to  the  kindergarten 
course  of  frying  eggs,  making  oyster  stews,  and  frying  ham 
and  bacon.  Their  progress  was  rapid,  and  it  was  not  long 
before  the  most  proficient  could  broil  a  porterhouse  to  a  turn, 
plank  a  whitefish  or  produce  an 
omelet  that  even  an  epicure  could 
relish.  This  little  coterie  took  to 
having  a  regular  noonday  dinner  at 
the  Club,  everybody  standing  his 
share  of  the  cost  of  the  raw  mate- 
rial and  assisting  in  the  cooking.  It 
was  found  to  be  a  very  satisfactory 
way  of  satisfying  the  inner  man, 
and  many  a  time  I  have  sat  down 
to  a  dinner  of  sirloin  steak,  pota- 
toes, bread  and  butter  and  coffee 


A.  J.  Van  Leshout. 


T.  S.  Andrews. 


where  the    individual   assessment 

flRPv^Lk  would  not  exceed  fifteen  cents,  and 

such  a  steak  as  it  would  be  !  Not 
one  of  your  restaurant  affairs,  but 
a  great,  sizzling  cut  of  meat,  an  inch 
and  a  half  thick,  with  strips  of 
bacon  lying  across  it  and  plenty  of 
gravy.  In  the  early  days  of  Feb- 
ruary one  of  the  honorary  members 
of  the  Club,  General  Louis  Auer, 
was  an  about-to-be  married  young 
man,  and  it  was  decided  to  give 
him  a  dinner  which  should  be  cooked  and  served  by  the  mem- 
bers of  the  Club  who  had  made  a  practice  of  cooking  in  the 
rooms.  The  dinner  was  given  as  planned  out,  and  a  jolly  affair 
it  was,  and  before  the  party  arose  from  the  table  the  Cookers' 
and  Eaters'  Association  had  been  formed — the  officers  being 
Chas.  K.  Lush,  President;  Francis  B.  Keene,  Secretary;  Geo. 
H.  Yenowine,  Treasurer;  W.  T.  Walthall,  Jr.,  and  Prof. 
Thiese,  Directors.  Fifteen  persons  were  served  at  this  dinner, 
and  the  menu  was  as  follows: 

Oyster  Stew.     Cold  Slaw. 

Brown  Link  Sausage.     Baked  Potatoes.     Buttered  Rolls. 

Apple  Dumpling.     American  Cheese. 

Claret  Punch.     Coffee. 

So  successful  was  this  inaugural  dinner  of  the  Association 
that  President  Bleyer,  him  sell  a  charter  member  of  the  Asso- 
ciation by  reason  of  having  produced  a  very  fine  quality  of 
corn-bread  for  the  especial  purpose  of  securing  admission, 
decided  to  have  the  next  Club  dinner  cooked  in  the  rooms  and 
to  act  as  chef  himself.  Covers  were  laid  for  thirty-two,  and 
the  dinner  was  cooked  and  served  by  Mr.  Bleyer,  assisted  by 
Thomas  Andrews  and  J.  D.  McManus.  It  consisted  of  oyster 
stew,  roast  beef,  baked  potatoes,  stewed  corn,  stewed  toma- 
toes, hot  biscuit,  Indian  pudding  and  coffee.  Later  an  "egg 
festival"  was  given  by  Mr.  Bleyer,  at  which  about  thirty  mem- 
bers were  served  with  eggs  cooked  in  every  variety  that  could 


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be  thought  of.  While  the  Cookers'  and  Eaters'  Association 
will,  from  time  to  time,  give  a  formal  dinner,  this  is  by  no 
means  the  primary  object  of  the  organization.  The  idea  of  the 
founders  is  to  foster  a  spirit  of  independence  by  teaching  each 
member  to  be  fully  able  to  take  care  of  himself  in  all  matters 
culinary.  With  women  folk  entering  all  lines  of  industry 
there  is  bound  to  be  a  falling  off  in  the  supply  of  good  cooks, 
with  the  consequent  result  that  the  day  may  not  be  far  off  when 
it  will  devolve  upon  the  masculine  portion  of  the  community 
to  "cook  or  cut  bait."  And,  as  it  is  even  now,  the  members 
of  the  Association  enjoy  a  peculiar  thrill  in  sitting  down  to  a 
well-cooked  steak  and  realizing  that,  even  should  one's  wife 
visit  her  mother  for  a  month  and  the  hired  girl  go  on  a  strike, 
he  would  not  be  at  the  mercy  of  some  slatternly  wench 
trained  to  throw  a  piece  of  meat  in  a  greasy  frying-pan  upon 
hearing  the  command,  "  One  on  the  fire  !  " 

CHAS.  K.  LUSH. 


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Club's 
annual  ©uting, 


E  annual  picnics  of  the  Press  Club  have  been 
held,  for  the  last  three  or  four  seasons,  at  Gen. 

Louis  Auer's  farm,  "Villa  Auer,"  at  Lake 
Pewaukee.  And  what  an  ideal  spot  that  is  !  Arcadian  groves, 
crystal  springs,  superb  boating,  bathing  and  fishing  facilities, 
ample  accommodations  for  all  emergencies,  and,  above  all, 
the  unlimited  and  unstinted  hospitality  of  the  princely  proprie- 
tor. Let  it  be  recorded  here,  as  it  has  been  for  long,  in  the 
hearts  of  Press  Club  members  who  have  enjoyed  that  hospital- 
ity, that  the  Badger  State  does  not  hold  a  more  open-hearted 
and  free-handed  host  than  Louis  Auer,  one  of  the  few  honorary 
members  .of  the  Club.  With  the  freedom  of  his  sixty-acre 
farm  at  one's  disposal,  his  boats  and  fishing  tackle,  his  hunter's 
shacks,  his  tents  and  hammocks,  his  men  servants  at  com- 
mand, and  the  presence  of  his  energetic  self,  to  plan,  suggest 
and  help  on  with  the  business  of 
having  a  good  time,  one  cannot 
help — after  the  fun  is  over,  and  a 
sense  of  its  fullness  steals  over  him 
— one  cannot  help  recalling  a  line 
of  Young's  and  feeling  himself  to 
have  been  a — 

"Poor  pensioner  on  the  bounty  of  an 
Auer." 

The  poet  does  not  spell  it  in  just 
that  way,  but  let  it  go  for  senti- 
ment's sweet  sake. 


M.  D.  Kitnball. 


Though  varying  in.  features, 
from  year  to  year,  the  picnics  of 
the  Press  Club  have  been  in  the 
main  similar,  and  a  brief  account 
of  the  last  one  (1895),  may  suffice 

^Ka  for  all.    The  date  was  June  22.    The 

JH  attendance  numbered  about  forty 

^^4lH«  BHaBBHfe       members  and  a  few  invited  guests. 

MB  IK^Pi  Upon  arriving  at  the  farm,  we  were 

EK  conducted  to  ample  tents  which  had 

been  pitched  for  our  accommoda- 

Curt  M.  Treat.  tjon>     Here  ^e  gang  was  turned 

loose  upon  a  supply  of  lumbermen's  flannel  suits  of  poly- 
chromatic hues  and  misfit  proportions:  trousers  of  collossal 
amplitude;  frocks  of  giant  girth;  hats  of  all  degrees  of  lati- 
tude and  altitude,  from  the  expansive  Mexican  sombrero  to 
the  pointed  poke  of  a  Welsh  peasant.  When  the  transforma- 
tion had  taken  place,  there  emerged  from  the  tents  a  group 
with  which  Falstaff's  tatterdemalion  soldiers  were  dudes  in 
comparison — a  bit  of  living  marquetry  that  would  have  made 
the  Midway  appear  of  sombre  hue. 

Meanwhile  the  appetizing  aroma  of  a  savory  soup,  of  frying 
sausages  and  of  O.  G.  J.  coffee  pervaded  the  sylvan  shades, 
and  eke  the  nostrils  of  these  nondescripts.  The  business  of 
the  next  hour  seemed  to  be  an  effort  on  the  part  of  many  to 
expand  their  girths  to  the  amplitude  of  the  garments  aforesaid. 
The  provisions  held  out,  but  appetite,  as  you  know,  is  not 
infinite,  and  as  they  rose  from  the  table  the  drapery  of  their 
checkered  and  striated  tunics  still  hung  in  graceful  and 
pendulous  folds,  as  though  the  struggle  had  not  been. 

There  was  revelry  that  night  in  the  hunter's  shack.  A 
couple  of  old-fashioned  fiddlers  sat  on  a  table  in  one  corner  of 
the  capacious  cabin  and  scraped  off  reels,  jigs,  hornpipes  and 
other  lively  music  until  midnight.  This  was  the  "Dance  of 
the  Stags,"  according  to  the  printed  programme.  The  dances 
were  interspersed  with  exhibitions  of  pugilistic  skill  (gloves, 
of  course),  acrobatic  feats  and  fancy  steps,  some  of  which 

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would  have  done  credit  to  a  vaudeville  stage.  The  fiddlers,  on 
this  long-to-be-remembered  occasion,  were  John  Eastman,  who 
claimed  to  hold  the  belt  for  long-winded  fiddling,  and  L.  S. 
Bemis,  a  septuagenarian,  who  was  in  demand  at  all  the 
pioneer  dances  in  this  part  of  the  State  "back  in  the  forties." 
Whatever  their  past  record,  they  fiddled  themselves  into  fame 
that  night  in  the  hunter's  shack,  and  the  glory  of  the  "old- 
fashioned  fiddlers  "  will  go  down  to  posterity  with  that  of  the 
"  Um-pah  Band,"  which  stirred  the  sleeping  echoes  of  Pewau- 
kee  Lake  at  the  picnic  of  1894. 

A  plunge  in  the  cool  waters  of  the  lake  at  six  o'clock  the 
following  morning,  freshened  us  for  the  day's  programme.  The 
great  event  of  the  day  was  to  be  a  clambake,  which  was  set 
for  two  o'clock,  afternoon.  Some  preliminaries  pertaining  to 
this  having  been  attended  to,  the  intervening  hours  were  spent 
in  various  sports.  Chief  among  these  was  a  game  of  ball 
played  under  the  rules  of  the  league  when  slow  pitching  was 
admissable.  It  was  intended  that  competing  nines  from  the 
morning  and  evening  newspapers  should  be  pitted  against 
each  other  in  this  contest,  but  when  the  ball  players  were 
counted  a  complement  was  lacking  and  a  "scrub  "  game  was 
the  result. 

By  one  o'clock  the  ball-tossers  had  settled  their  dispute  and 
returned  to  camp,  the  sunfishers  had  put  away  their  tackle,  and 
those  who  had  spent  the  morning  lounging  in  hammocks,  or, 
in  shady  nooks,  had  engaged  in  the 
exciting  sports  of  "  Duck  on  the 
Rock,"  and  "  Baby  in  the  Hole," 
had  likewise  sought  the  center  of 
interest.    That  center  was  a  barrel 
containing  eleven  hundred  freshly- 
imported  clams  and  a  second  barrel 
filled  with  sea  weed.     For  upwards 
of    an    hour    following,    Hunger, 
Appetite,  Curiosity  and   all  their 
cousins,  stood  around  the  fiery  pit 
watching  the  process  of  converting 

73 

J.  D.  McM 


George  F.  Kerr. 


KMMk  India  rubber  bivalves  and  spring 

chickens  into  something  which, 
though  it  may  not  have  had  the 
consistency  of  ambrosia,  was  at  any 
rate  fit  food  for  gods  or  men.  The 
process  was  slow,  and,  moreover, 
it  was  a  long  time  since  breakfast. 
Thus  it  happened,  just  at  the  point 
when  certain  indescribable  deli- 
cious odors  came  steaming  up  from 
the  simmering  mass,  that  a  gaunt 
and  wasted  figure  whom  some  rec- 
ognized as  Famine,  stepped  up  and  touched  Curiosity  on  the 
sleeve.  Whereupon  Curiosity  and  her  brood  withdrew.  It 
must  have  been  that  Messrs.  Carrothers  and  Higgins,  who 
were  conducting  the  clambake,  witnessed  this  episode,  for 
shortly  after  the  order  was  given  to  the  darkey,  Bell  (sur- 
named  Shadrach  on  this  occasion  for  the  intrepid  manner  in 
which  he  walked  in  and  out  of  the  fiery  furnace),  to  rake  out 
the  clams.  A  great  feast  followed.  Curiosity,  Appetite,  Famine 
and  half  a  hundred  hungry  clamoring  mortals  were  satisfied. 
It  was  the  first  clambake  of  any  importance  attempted  in.Wis- 
consin,  so  far  as  the  writer  knows,  and  it  was  a  splendid 
success. 

Some  one  appeared  on  the  scene,  shortly  after  dinner,  with 
a  bag  full  of  greased  pig.  Entries  were  made,  at  a  quarter 
each,  making  a  purse  of  some  four  dollars.  The  lubricated 
porker  was  turned  loose  in  the  woods  and  there  was  a  wild 
and  exciting  chase  for  his  capture.  Shadrach  caught  him. 
Take  him  all  in  all,  Shadrach  was  "  hot  stuff." 

Thus  ended  the  annual  outing  and  clambake  of  the  Press 
Club.     The  spontaneous  cheers  which  were  given  as  the  steam 
yachts  carried  the  party  away  were  for  Louis   Auer,  but  the 
enthusiastic  "tiger"  which  followed  expressed 
the  satisfaction  which  was  felt  over  the  all-around 
good  time  which  was  had.     But  as  I  recall  it 


since,  as  I  often  do,   I  am  conscious  of  an  old  song  running 
through  my  head  : 

"  Oh,  the  days  of  the. Kerry  dancing  ! 
Oh,  the  ring  of  the  piper's  tune  ! 
Oh,  for  one  of  those  hours  of  gladness, 
Gone — alas  !  like  our  youth  — too  soon." 

The  recollection  of  those  spring  chickens,  saturated  with 
the  flavor  of  a  thousand  clams,  will  suggest  another  sort  of 
song  to  some,  but  to  me  comes  only  the  strain — "Oh,  the 
ring  of  the  piper's  tune  !  "  I  think  I  am  to  thank  the  old- 
fashioned  fiddlers  for  that. 

MATHER  U.  KIMBALL. 


75 


Wisconsin  TKHar 
Correspondents. 


Otis  Colburn. 


J.  W.  Campsie. 


C.  S.  Osborn. 


W.  A.  Booth. 


TIIK  time  when  "Our  Washington  Letter"  and  "News 
from  Our  Special  Correspondent  at  the  Front"  began 
to  appear  in  the  Milwaukee  newspapers  marks  the 
period  when  the  first  attempts  to  secure  news  from  without  the 
State  were  made.  The  general  desire  of  the  reading  public 
for  war  news  and  particularly  for  news  of  the  Wisconsin 
soldiers  was  so  pressing  that  the  Milwaukee  papers  were  com- 
pelled to  make  arrangements  for  a  special  service,  and  thereby 
obtain  matter  which  was  not  to  be  had  through  the  regular 
channels  of  the  Associated  Press.  The  latter  included  but 
little  beyond  what  was  suited  to  the  purposes  and  policy  of 
the  War  Department  or  of  commanding  officers,  hence  a  valu- 
able field  was  open  to  the  special  correspondents,  and  quite 
often  the  news  of  important  exploits  in  the  field  was  in  the 
possession  of  the  editor  before  it  was  reported  to  Washington. 
As  a  rule  the  arrangements  for  special  service  made  by  the 
Milwaukes  press  were  with  officers  or  enlisted  men.  Several 
stepped  out  of  the  editorial  rooms  into  the  recruiting  station 
and  developed  into  the  most  satis- 
factory correspondents  because  of 
their  previous  experience.  Four 
men  from  the  editorial  rooms  of  the 
Evening  Wisconsin  and  two  from 
the  Sentinel  entered  the  military 
service.  Two  of  the  former  were 
killed  in  battle. 

The  reports  from  war  corre- 
spondents to  the  Milwaukee  papers 
were  necessarily  sent  by  mail.  The 
use  of  telegraph  wires  was  not  then 
so  general  as  it  has  since  become. 


79 


Frank  Markle. 


R.  B.  Watrous. 


Jmm  The  Milwaukee  papers  were   not 

alone  in  this  respect;  Chicago  papers 
did  no  better.  Telegraph  charges 
in  those  days  were  heavy,  and  only 
publishers  with  resources  equal  to 
James  Gordon  Bennett's  could  in- 
dulge in  war  news  by  wire  to  any 
considerable  extent.  It  is  related  of 
one  of  the  war  correspondents  of  the 
Evening  Wisconsin  that  he  misin- 
terpreted his  instructions  and  sent 
about  half  a  column  by  wire  one  day, 
creating  a  financial  crisis  in  the  counting  room  of  that  paper. 

Several  years  before  the  outbreak  of  the  rebellion  Warren 
M.  Graham  came  to  Milwaukee  from  Ozaukee  County,  and 
appealed  to  Mr.  A.  J.  Aikens  for  an  opportunity  to  learn  the 
printer's  trade.  His  persistency  was  finally  rewarded,  and 
he  was  put  to  work  in  the  mechanical  department.  A  short 
time  after  he  had  "  learned  the  boxes,"  he  was  transferred  to 
the  editorial  rooms,  and  subsequently  became  commercial 
editor  of  the  Evening  Wisconsin.  When  but  nineteen  years 
old  he  enlisted  in  Co.  B,  First  Wisconsin  Infantry,  the  first 
regiment  to  leave  the  State.  While  in  the  service  he  wrote 
letters  to  the  Wisconsin  describing  his  army  experiences. 
\Vhile  in  camp  at  Hagerstown,  Md,,  he  captured  a  rebel  news- 
paper outfit  at  that  place  and  became  its  editor,  revolutioniz- 
ing the  sheet  from  an  organ  of  secession  to  one  with  a  radical 
union  sentiment.  Mr.  Graham's  military  as  well  as  journal- 
istic career  was  abruptly  cut  short  in  July,  1861.  At  the 
battle  of  Falling  WTaters  he  was  mortally  wounded,  but  he 
faithfully  reported  a  description  of  the  battle,  concealing  his 
own  sufferings.  He  died  Aug.  26,  1861,  and  was  the  first 
soldier  to  be  buried  in  Forest  Home.  The  deed  of  the  ceme- 
tery lot  was  purchased  by  the  Milwaukee  Chamber  of  Com- 
merce, and  the  expenses  of  bringing  the  body  home  and  of 
burial  were  defrayed  by  that  organization. 


80 


Everett  Chamberlain  was  born  in  Newburg,  Vt.,  in  1839, 
and  in  his  eighteenth  year  came  with  his  parents  to  Burling- 
ton, Wis.  He  taught  school  for  several  years,  and  in  1863 
entered  the  editorial  rooms  of  the  Sentinel.  In  1864116  raised 
a  company  for  the  Thirty-ninth  Regiment  and  served  until 
the  regiment  was  mustered  out.  During  the  period  of  his 
military  service  he  wrote  letters  to  the  Sentinel.  After  the 
war  closed  he  returned  to  Milwaukee  and  continued  with  the 
Sentinel  until  1868,  when  he  went  to  Chicago.  He  became 
commercial  editor  of  the  Tribune,  contributed  to  periodicals, 
and  was  the  author  of  three  books.  The  first  was  a  volume 
on  the  political  campaign  of  1872,  followed  by  a  volume  on 
the  Chicago  fire  and  another  on  Chicago  and  her  suburbs. 
He  was  a  versatile,  trenchant  writer,  a  fine  musical  critic,  and 
also  a  musical  performer  and  composer.  His  health  failing  he 
went  to  Florida  and  died  at  Jacksonville,  February  19,  1875, 
of  pulmonary  consumption.  He  left  a  widow  and  three  chil- 
dren who  reside  in  the  town  of  Vernon,  Waukesha  County. 
Mr.  Chamberlain  is  remembered  as  an  amiable,  honorable 
gentleman,  and  one  of  the  most  gifted  newspaper  writers  the 
West  has  produced. 

Jonas  M.  Bundy  spent  his  boyhood  years  in  Rock  County, 
where  he  became  a  protege  and  admirer  of  Senator  Matt.  H. 

Carpenter.     Coming  to  Milwaukee  he  assisted  Mr.  Wm.  E. 

Cramer  on  the  Evening  Wisconsin,  and  subsequently  became 

editor-in-chief    of     the     Sentinel. 

While  the  war  was  in  progress  he 

enlisted  and  became  a  member  of 

Gen.  Pope's  staff,  which  gave  him 

superior  facilities  for  getting  war 

news.     After  the  war  he  went  to 

New  York  and  joined  the  editorial 

force    of  the    Mail,    subsequently 

rising  to  the  position  of  editor-in- 
chief  of  the  Mail  and  Express.    In 

1880  he  went  to  Mentor  and  pre- 
pared   a    biographical    sketch    of 

81 


John  J.  Poppendieck,  Jr. 


John  Schnitzler. 


^^^BSfew-  Garfield  which  was  said  to  be  the 

JBr'  best    which    appeared   during  the 

'.. -.-iVf.  presidential  campaign  of  that  year. 

He  also  wrote  a  sketch  of  Disraeli 
%p  which  was  acknowledged  in  flatter- 

ing terms  by  that  English  states- 

^^^S^ /'  man.      Maj.   Bundy  was  consider- 

^^^^  able  of  a  pianist,  and  his  rendition 

of  the  "Swanee  Ribber"  was  high- 
ly praised  by  Christine  Nilsson. 
When  Col.  Shepard  obtained  con- 
trol of  the  Mail  and  Express  he 
sent  Maj.  Bundy  to  Paris,  where  he  died. 

George  M.  Bleyer,  one  of  the  family  of  Bleyer  brothers  so 
unanimously  identified  with  the  Milwaukee  press,  began  as  a 
carrier,  and  subsequently  worked  as  printer  and  city  editor  in 
the  Evening  Wisconsin  office.  Leaving  his  desk  at  the  first 
call  to  arms,  he  enlisted  in  Co.  A,  First  Wisconsin  Regiment, 
for  three  months,  at  the  expiration  of  which  he  re-enlisted  for 
three  years.  He  subsequently  became  second  lieutenant  of 
Co.  B,  Twenty-fourth  Regiment,  and  was  mortally  wounded 
at  Stone  River,  Sept.  30,  1862.  He  lingered  in  the  hospital 
until  death  came  to  his  relief  on  January  25,  1863.  He  wrote 
letters  to  the  Wisconsin  during  his  service  in  the  field,  his 
last  work  being  a  description  of  the  battle  in  which  he  was 
shot.  Lieut.  Bleyer  was  also  a  writer  of  verses,  his  poetry 
being  readily  accepted  by  the  magazines,  and  his  bright 
humor  was  a  source  of  pleasure  to  readers. 

L.  L.  Crounse  spent  his  boyhood  years  in  Wahvorth 
County.  Sometime  in  the  '5o's  he  came  to  Milwaukee  and 
was  employed  by  Sherman  M.  Booth,  then  publisher  of  the 
Free  Democrat.  He  did  not  enter  the  military  service,  but 
he  was  with  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  during  its  most  event- 
ful campaigns.  He  accompanied  an  expedition  down  the 
Potomac  which  contemplated  a  destruction  of  rebel  batteries, 
and  distanced  all  competitors  by  an  elaborate  report  of  the 
Battle  of  Gettysburg,  which  he  sent  to  the  New  York  Times. 


82 


It  was  a  big  achievement  for  those  days,  and  the  Times  was 
justified  in  crowing  over  its  defeated  contemporaries.  Mr. 
Crounse  was  also  an  occasional  contributor  to  the  news  col- 
umns of  the  Evening  Wisconsin. 

Sylvanus  Cadwallader,  who  was  associated  with  the  late 
George  H.  Paul  in  the  Milwaukee  News,  had  previously 
made  a  record  as  a  war  correspondent.  Gen.  Rawlins  had  a 
liking  for  Cadwallader,  and  he  had  superior  facilities  for  ob- 
taining news  which  he  sent  to  New  York  papers.  Mr.  Cad- 
wallader served  four  years  at  Madison  as  assistant  secretary 
of  state,  and  subsequently  drifted  to  the  Pacific  coast. 

With  the  establishment  of  two  additional  daily  newspapers 
in  Milwaukee — the  Republican  and  News  in  1881  and  the 
Journal  in  1883 — competition  between  the  new  and  the  old 
became  sharp  and  led  to  an  enlarged  use  of  the  wires  in  secur- 
ing news.  Prior  thereto  the  Milwaukee  papers  were  con- 
tented with  the  Associated  Press  reports  from  Washington, 
supplemented  by  an  occasional  letter  from  some  office-holder 
at  the  capital.  As  a  result  of  the  sharp  rivalry  between  the 
Sentinel  and  the  Republican  and  News,  the  former  was  the 
first  to  establish  a  news  bureau  in  Washington,  with  a  special 
wire  under  its  control  during  the  night  hours.  This  was  in 
1881,  and  the  writer  of  this  was  sent  to  Washington  as  cor- 
respondent, with  license  to  use  the  wires  daily  and  liberally 
whenever  necessary.  This  was  the  beginning  of  a  special 
news  service  by  telegraph  which 
has  since  been  adopted  by  all  the 
dailies  of  Milwaukee,  according  to 
their  respective  needs.  Twenty 
years  ago  Washington  specials  to 
the  Milwaukee  papers  came  by 
mail  almost  invariably.  Since  the 
change  of  methods  in  1881,  nearly 
all  of  them  keep  their  own  men  at 
Washington  and  the  wires  are 
freely  used.  Of  those  who  have 
served  as  Washington  correspond- 

83  1^^^* 

J.  J.  Schindler 


ents  may  be  mentioned  T.  C.  Crawford,  who  was  city  editor 
of  the  Milwaukee  News.  Mr.  Crawford's  work  for  the  Chi- 
cago Times,  Chicago  News  and  New  York  World  has  given 
him  a  wide  reputation.  James  Langland,  for  several  years 
telegraph  editor  of  the  Sentinel  and  now  associate  editor  of 
the  Chicago  Record,  served  as  Washington  correspondent  of 
the  Chicago  News  during  the  years  1881  and  1882.  F.  A. 
Moore  was  located  at  Washington  for  many  years  and  sent 
news  to  the  Evening  Wisconsin.  J.  A.  Truesdeil,  formerly 
•of  Beloit,  was  the  Sentinel's  correspondent  at  Washington  for 
a  couple  of  years,  followed  by  Arthur  J.  Dodge.  Others  who 
have  been  sent  to  Washington  by  their  respective  papers  are 
S.  M.  Curtis,  of  the  Sentinel,  and  Fred  Puhler  and  J.  J. 

Schindler,  of  the  Journal. 

FRANK  MARKLE. 


after  Dinner 
•Reminiscences. 


A.  Thiese. 


C.  P.  Salisbury. 


E.  C    Eldridge. 


Geo.  C.  Neusse. 


ITTIXGat  one  of  our  Press  Club  dinners  a  few  years 
ago — an  occasion  that  had  been  rendered  even  more 
than  usually  enjoyable  by  the  reading  of  a  paper  on 

Ben  Franklin  in  his  capacity  as  a  printer — my  thoughts 
drifted  back  through  the  haze  of  cigar  smoke  to  a  time  far 
beyond  the  war  days,  to  a  date  when  only  a  gravel  pit  occu- 
pied the  site  whereon  stood  the  fine  hotel  in  whose  dining- 
room  we  were,  and  to  a  point  in  the  history  of  Milwaukee 
newspapers  when  the  Sentinel  had  just  started  its  first  steam 
engine  and  the  steam  engine  had  started  its  Hoe  press,  and  I 
stood,  a  wondering  youngster,  watching  the  process  by  which 
in  a  single  sheet,  printed  on  one  side  only,  two  of  the  four 
pages  of  the  paper  for  the  following  day  slowly  reeled  out 
and  slid  down  smoothly  along  a  light  wooden  framework,  like 
a  gate  to  a  miniature  picket  fence,  which  gate  suddenly 
turned  on  a  horizontal  axis  at  the  bottom,  whacked  the  sheet 
down  on  a  steadily  growing  pile  of  its  mates,  and  then  as 
suddenly  jerked  back  into  position 
for  the  next  one. 

Friendly  faces  were  grouped 
about  the  press  and  kindly  voices 
bade  the  youngster  look  at  this 
thing  or  that  about  the  Sentinel's 
new  toy,  but  he  hung  fascinated 
about  the  stern  end  of  the  machine, 
only  occasionally  casting  a  half 
timid  look  over  his  shoulder  at  the 
fly  wheel  of  the  engine  that  worked 
not  ten  feet  awav,  for  his  attention 


Capt.  Charles  King,  U.  S.  A. 


W.  G.  Bruce. 


was  riveted  upon  that  admirable 
piece  of  machinery  at  the  rear. 
For  the  life  of  him  he  could  not 
help  thinking  that  its  real  use  was 
a  spanking  device  and  that  at  any 
moment  he  might  be  hoisted  upon 
the  footboard  and,  vis  a  tergo, 
made  the  recipient  of  its  measured 
strokes. 

The  kindly  voices  are  all  stilled 
now,  save  one.  We  heard  it  ses- 
sion after  session  in  the  halls  of 
legislation  at  the  capital,  and  none  was  better  known  or  better 
loved.  The  friendly  faces  once  so  familiar  in  the  old  com- 
bined job  and  composing  and  press  room  of  the  Sentinel 
seemed  to  come  floating  back  from  spirit  land  through  that 
haze  of  fragrant  incense,  for  surely  not  one  was  there  in  the 
flesh.  Of  all  the  forty  fellow-workers  gathered  at  the  board 
that  night  not  one  was  on  the  Sentinel's  force  the  day  the  old 
new  engine  fired  up  and  set  the  walls  to  quivering,  and  George 
Dyer's  workmen  in  the  saddler  shop  next  door  ran  out  on  the 
river  bank  behind  us  and  gazed  up  at  the  back  windows  of 
the  grimy  brick  building  to  see  what  was  going  on.  It  was 
called  the  Ludington  Block  in  those  days,  and  stood  on  the 
corner  where  the  great  Pabst  building  towers  now,  and  in  the 
second  story  front  to  the  right  as  you  entered  was  the  counting 
room  and  business  office,  where  for  years  the  present  secre- 
tary of  the  Chamber  of  Commerce  kept  the  books.  From 
this  office  through  a  rectangular  hole  in  the  party  wall  and 
down  a  dirty  step  or  two  you  passed  to  the  combined  compos- 
ing and  press  room, — the  cases  and  the  compositors  being 
towards  the  East  Water  Street  end  and  the  engine  and  presses 
towards  the  river.  Above  the  counting  room  and  on  the 
third  floor  was  the  editorial  sanctum,  looking  out  upon  the 
busy  street,  where  on  hot  days  one  could  hear  the  hiss  of 
Alcott's  soda  water  stand  in  the  shop  across  the  way,  the  first 
of  its  kind  in  all  Milwaukee,  and  watch  the  portly  figure  of 


its  most  persistent  patron,  George  H.  Walker,  waddling, 
red-faced  and  perspiring,  from  the  Walker  House,  where 
stands  the  Kirby  now,  to  demand  "extra  sody  "  at  the  cool- 
ing fount.  Melms  had  the  ground  floor  then,  and  lager  beer 
was  just  coming  into  vogue,  and  Americans  were  beginning 
to  drink  it  and  admit  that  there  was  something  palatable 
about  it,  and  Melms'  saloon  had  many  a  patron  from  the  inky 
regions  above  before  the  days  pf  the  pint  trade,  but  not  before 
the  advent  of  the  "growler."  Well  do  I  mind  me  how 
"improper"  it  was  for  minors  to  be  seen  in  Melms'  at  any 
time  except  on  those  warm  noontides  when  despatched 
thither  with  a  dime  and  one  of  those  little  brown  glass 
flagons  in  which  German  wines  were  imported  in  the  old, 
old  days;  for  thrifty  housewives  up  along  the  breezy  bluffs 
had  learned  the  soothing  and  sustaining  qualities  of  lager 
when  it  came  fresh  and  cool.  Therefore  did  it  happen  that 
to  the  admonition  to  keep  in  the  shade  going  and  coming 
there  was  now  added, — now  that  the  steam  engine  had 
come, — "and  don't  you  stop  at  the  Sentinel  office." 

Perhaps  that  admonition  would  have  come  anyway  as  a 
necessary  sequence  of  the  steam  engine,  for  mechanical  effects 
had  ever  a  fascination  for  the  first  born  of  the  editor-in-chiei 
as  well  as  for  several  of  his  juvenile  friends  who  could  get 
into  that  press  room — and  concomitant  mischief  and  printers' 
ink — only  through  the  mediation  and  guidance  of  the  eldest 
hope  aforementioned.  People  won- 
der why  the  name  of  Printer's 
Devil  is  applied  to  the  juveniles 
with  smutty  faces  and  bedaubed 
aprons  who  hang  about  the  press 
rooms  now,  and  the  only  wonder 
that  I  have  is  that  printers  could 
apply  any  other  name  to  the  preda- 
tory small  boys  who  occasionally 
raided  the  job  office  in  the  days 
gone  by.  Yet  we  couldn't  keep 
away !  Even  choleric  old  Mr. 


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H.  B.  Aldrich. 


W.  A.  Friese. 


Corbett — who  chased  one  of  our 
gang  into  the  river  the  day  we 
upset  a  keg  of  printers'  ink  and 
sent  a  tarry  stream  a-billowing 
over  the  floor  and  down  through 
the  rope  holes  of  the  old-fashioned 
"  lift "  upon  the  stacks  of  card- 
board and  bales  of  paper  in  the 
room  below, — even  old  Mr.  Cor- 
bett had  no  real  terrors  for  us  as 
compared  with  the  joys  of  contem- 
plating such  complicated  machin- 
ery, and  cracking  hickory  nuts  unbeknownst  to  him  in  the 
slow  revolving  cog-wheels.  The  engineer  was  a  genial  soul 
and  had  some  proper  appreciation  of  boys,  not  all  he  might 
have  had,  perhaps,  because  he  did  rebuke  a  future  United 
States  Senator  for  giving  an  extra  pull  to  the  throttle  and 
suddenly  doubling  the  speed  of  every  wheel  in  the  floor,  to 
the  dismay  of  the  operators  and  the  manifest  disturbance  of 
the  walls.  But  he  didn't  mind  our  worrying  Corbett  in  the 
least.  Then  there  was  one  awful  day  when  most  of  the 
hands  had  gone  out  to  dinner,  or  were  to  have  gone  out,  and 
we  had  been  waiting  for  their  departure  to  enter  and  do  some 
printing  on  our  own  account.  Two  of  us  had  opened  a  kite 
shop  and  we  needed  a  sign  board,  and  another  had  started  a 
candy  and  cigar  stand  across  the  street  from  where  we  lived 
and  had  been  promised  a  printed  schedule  of  his  wares  in 
exchange  for  a  prepaid  portion  thereof,  and  Corbett,  once  so 
ready  to  print  anything  or  everything  for  that  eldest  hope, 
had  tired  of  his  trade  and  not  only  refused  to  lend  his  own 
hands  after  the  episode  of  the  capsized  keg,  but  had  forbidden 
his  "hands"  to  lend  theirs,  and  the  only  way  to  escape 
defalcation  was  to  do  the  job  ourselves.  Even  in  those  days 
the  proprietor  of  "Jim's  Store,"  now  a  shining  light  in  a  firm 
whose  name  is  as  long  as  his  first  business  title  was  short, 
was  possessed  of  a  legal  mind.  He  knew  where  most  of  his 
cigars  came  from — and  so  did  I — though  the  editor-in-chief 


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didn't  until  some  time  later,  and  we  knew  that  if  that  printed 
schedule  were  not  forthcoming  coercive  measures  might  be 
resorted  to.  When  Corbett  went  to  dinner  and  the  engine 
slowed  down  for  the  noon  hour  the  press  room  was  often 
deserted  by  all  but  one  or  two  semi-sympathetic  souls  upon 
whom  we  could  rely  to  set  up  the  necessary  wooden  type, 
provided  we  promised  to  "set  up"  an  equivalent.  We  had 
been  watching  the  premises  and  killing  time  at  the  river 
bank  behind,  and  the  devil,  always  finding  mischief  for  idle 
hands  to  do,  had  placed  there  a  long  stack  of  pig  iron, 
belonging,  it  was  discovered  later,  to  a  hardware  store  close 
at  hand.  One  of  our  number  made  the  accidental  discovery 
that  one  of  those  pigs  dropped  over  the  edge  of  the  dock 
made  a  famous  splash,  and  in  the  course  of  the  next  ten 
minutes,  encouraged  by  the  smiles  of  a  communistic  citizen 
lolling,  out  of  work  and  elbows,  over  the  railing  of  the 
Spring  Street  bridge,  we  derived  much  exercise  and  comfort 
from  heaving  over  pig  after  pig  until  half  the  stack  was  gone. 
But  still  Corbett  seemed  to  stick  to  his  work.  Then  it  came 
the  owner's  turn  to  get  exercised,  if  not  comforted,  for  he 
rushed  out  of  the  basement,  where  now  dry  goods  and  hard- 
ware are  no  longer  dispensed,  and  pounced  on  our  party  with 
a  rawhide  and  then  on  the  proprietor  of  the  Sentinel  with  a 
bill.  It  was  an  easy  matter  for  three  agile  Milwaukee  urchins 
to  escape  the  rawhide  and  take  refuge  among  the  dark  and 
inky  stairways  of  the  Sentinel. 
Later  we  were  busily  at  work  in 
the  composing  room  under  the 
tutelage  of  a  gifted  young  printer, 
who  made  a  gallant  soldier  later 
on,  and  "Jim's  Store's  "  schedule 
of  prices  was  well  nigh  ready  for 
the  press  when  the  editor  came  in 
with  that  bill  in  one  hand  and  a 
stick  in  the  other — not  a  compos- 
ing stick.  This  was  forty  years 
ago,  but  I  recall  it  as  though  it 

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Victor  L.  Berger. 


W.  A.  Bowdish. 


Bk  were  yesterday.     That  hour  marks 

the  initial  point  of  the  process  of 

^B^      JP5*  alienation  which  has  gone  uninter- 

ruptedly on, — the  breach  between 
the  Press  and  me  began  when  I 
was  barely  ten. 

Yet  life  in  the  grimy  old  office 
was  not,  as  perhaps  it  might  justly 
have  been,  associated  solely  with 
spanking  machines.  Sunshine 
penetrated  even  there,  and  smiles 
were  radiant  when  the  circus  and 
other  showmen  came  around.  They  used  to  have  their  print- 
ing done  of  local  practitioners  in  those  good  old  times  and 
often  paid  for  it  in  tickets — big  stacks  of  tickets, — and  never 
in  a  life  of  fifty  summers  have  I  known  the  smiles  of  such 
popularity  as  surrounded  the  son  of  the  Sentinel  for  two  suc- 
cessive seasons  at  the  First  Ward  school.  Spalding  &  Rogers, 
Signor  Blitz,  North's  Menagerie,  Christy's  Minstrels,  all  had 
their  posters  and  programmes  from  our  job  room,  and  a  kind- 
hearted  foreman,  sympathizing  with  the  sorrows  of  the 
youngster,  forbidden  henceforth  to  enter  its  sacred  precincts, 
more  than  once  shoved  a  little  pile  of  tickets  into  his  willing 
palm  and  sent  him  off  to  school  full  tilt,  a  boy  to  be  envied 
and  fawned  upon  and  nattered  until  the  shows  and  the  tickets 
were  gone. 

Then  the  public  school  system,  though  young,  was 
efficient.  Ever  since  his  coming  to  the  infant  city  in  '45  the 
editor  had  thrown  himselt  con  aniore  into  every  public  enter- 
prise. Editors  nowadays  are  presumed  to  do  quite  enough 
when  they  give  undivided  attention  to  the  elevation  of  man- 
kind or  the  running  down  of  contemporaries,  but  the  editor 
of  those  days  headed  every  scheme — and  subscription — that 
could  be  suggested  for  public  weal  or  private  benefit,  fore- 
manned  the  engine  company,  generated  the  militia  (and  uni- 
formed not  a  few  of  its  officers),  chairmanned  every  reception 
committee,  dined  every  new  arrival,  lobbied  the  legislature, 


92 


floor-managed  every  fireman's  ball,  regent-ed  long  years  the 
University,  superintended  the  public  schools  and  filled  pretty 
much  every  office  in  the  gift  of  the  people  that  had  not  a 
salary  attached  to  it.  It  is  true  that  after  having  served  with- 
out a  cent  of  pay  for  nearly  fourteen  years  as  superintendent 
of  schools,  having  examined  the  teachers,  performed  all  the 
clerical  work  and  furnished  the  stationery  out  of  the  Sentinel 
office,  a  grateful  people  did  enact  that  hereafter  that  incom- 
parable official  should  receive  an  annual  compensation  of  some 
two  thousand  dollars;  but  before  he  had  enjoyed  these  fruits 
of  his  labors  a  twelve-month  the  discovery  was  made  by  a 
Democratic  council  that  this  important  office  had  now  been 
held  by  one  of  the  opposing  political  faith  for  more  than  four- 
teen years  and  it  was  high  time  for  their  side  to  be  recog- 
nized,— which  recognition  was  promptly  accorded  at  the  next 
election. 

The  manifold  functions  of  the  head  of  the  Sentinel  had 
not  diverted  his  attention  from  the  great  political  questions  of 
the  day.  The  torchlight  procession  in  honor  of  old  "  Rough 
and  Ready"  and  the  illumination  (with  candles)  of  half  the 
windows  in  Milwaukee  had  their  inspiration  within  the 
wooden  walls  of  the  old  sanctum.  The  banner  of  Scott  and 
Graham  was  flung  to  the  breeze  from  its  first  flagstaff,  and  on 
the  death  of  Whiggism  the  principles  of  the  Republican 
party  were  first  expounded  to  the  Northwest  through  the 
columns  of  the  growing  sheet. 
Well  do  I  remember  the  grand 
procession  of  flag-bearers  started 
from  the  Sentinel  office  on  that 
dismal  November  day  that  did  not 
result  in  the  choice  of  Fremont  and 
Dayton.  The  editor  had  provided 
big  white  cloth  banners,  each  let- 
tered in  huge  characters  with  some 
appropriate  device.  "  Fremont  and 
Dayton  "  said  the  first  flag,  "  Fre- 
mont and  Free  Speech"  said  the 


r 


93 


Thompson  Mulboliand. 


next,  "  Fremont  and  Free  Press 
a  third.  There  were  two  dozen 
in  all,  and  two  dozen  young  Re- 
publicans were  marshaled  to  bear 
them  through  the  streets,  the  exile 
of  the  composing  room  at  their 
head.  One  block  we  marched  into 
the  bowels  of  the  land  and  the 
direction  of  the  Third  Ward — a 
hapless  choice, — for  at  Michigan 
Street  we  encountered  a  patriot  of 
V.  J.  Schoenecker.  opposing  political  convictions  and 

perhaps  twelve  summers.  He  was  of  the  class  described  in 
our  dialect  as  Micks,  a  resident  of  an  aggressive  district, 
and  no  Sentinel  inspired  aggregation  could  pass  unchallenged. 
The  bearer  of  the  foremost  banner  thought  he  had  the  right 
of  way,  and  the  patriot  landed  on  his  chubby  jaw  forthwith, 
leaving  on  one  side  the  impress  of  a  dirty  but  determined 
fist,  while  the  mud  of  Michigan  Street  defiled  the  other.  The 
outrage  occurred  within  full  view  of  an  attache  of  a  rival 
sheet,  and  he  seemed  to  find  it  funny.  Even  getting  knocked 
down  for  the  Sentinel  did  not  entitle  one,  in  those  days,  to 
the  undivided  sympathy  of  the  populace. 

But  there  were  two  features  in  the  journalism  of  the  time 
in  which  I  can  proudly  claim  to  have  borne  a  hand  and  served 
an  apprenticeship  that  should  entitle  me  to  some  recognition 
in  the  Guild.  The  mailing  room  was  then  a  corner  of  the 
main  office.  Wrappers,  paste  and  pen  and  ink  were  on  one 
end  of  a  table,  a  stack  of  Sentinels  on  the  other,  and  many's 
the  time  the  mailing  clerk  has  farmed  out  much  of  his  job  to 
the  little  squad  that  trailed  in  with  me,  hoping  to  earn  half 
a  dime  to  invest  in  peanuts.  A  desk  mate  at  school  was  one 
of  the  carriers,  and  many  a  summer's  morn  has  seen  us 
through  the  old  First  Ward  pelting  doorways  with  tightly 
rolled  Sentinels  for  projectiles.  And  this,  too,  came  to  an 
untimely  end,  for  once  in  a  while  a  window  would  be  left 
open  on  summer  nights,  and  it  was  so  much  better  to  fire  the 


94 


paper  through  that, — the  owner  was  so  much  surer  of  his 
morning  bulletin,  especially,  as  once  happened  when  a  near 
neighbor  received  a  flying  billet  in  his  face,  and  appeared 
forthwith  at  the  window  in  an  abbreviated  garment  and  a 
towering  rage.  Again  my  efforts  at  forwarding  the  circula- 
tion of  the  Sentinel  met  with  discouragement,  for  he,  too, 
complained  to  the  editor  and  I  came  in  for  another — para- 
graph. 

In  fact — not  until  the  organization  of  the  Press  Club  and 
the  institution  of  its  dinners  has  my  connection  with  the  pro- 
fession been  of  unmixed  benefit  either  to  myself  or  its 
patrons,  but  the  mists  of  the  past  bring  no  damper  to  the 
gladness  and  the  sunshine  of  the  present,  the  memories  of 
the  old  tribulations  never  mar  the  glad  associations  of  the 
day.  Out  from  the  legends  and  traditions  of  the  old  times 
in  the  old  office  I  gather  over  and  again  the  reminiscence  of 
many  a  kind  word  and  deed.  Through  the  dust  of  years  I 
see  the  cheery  "faces  and  over  the  ring  and  bustle  of  the 
-crowded  streets  I  hear  the  echo  of  beloved  voices  long  since 
stilled.  Glancing  about  our  board  I  see  in  many  a  face  a 
look  that  tells  me  that  here,  too,  is  one  who  well  recalls  the 
men  and  memories  of  those  bygone  days,  and  who  turns 
from  the  contemplation  of  the  old 
life  only  the  more  keenly  to  appre- 
ciate and  value  the  friendships  and 
the  fellowships  that,  engendered 
here,  surround  and  bless  the  new. 
CHARLES  KING. 


Frank  Barry. 


95 


'George.' 


to 


On  reading  his  sonnet  entitled, 

"  The  Press  Chtb." 

(See  page  26.) 


Scudday  Richardson. 


THESE  were  but  curios,  bizarre  at  best, 
To  vulgar  visions  (such  is  mine,   I  own), 
Suggesting  only  some  ephemeral  jest, 

Unspoke,  save  to  my  inner  self  alone — 
Till  Scudd'y,  one  night  at  his  frugal  snack, 

Wrote,  say,  a  dozen  lines  upon  his  knee, 
Which  snatched  them  from  the  realm  of  bric-a-brac 

And  made  their  meaning  clear  as  day  to  me. 
Much  then  I  marveled  at  this  sapient  youth, 

Who,  munching  his  unbuttered  bun  the  while, 
Could  thus  discern  and  phrase  a  solemn  truth 

Where  I  had  only  found — vain  thing  ! — a  smile. 

If  inspiration  comes  from  eating  "hoppin," 

Great  Scott !  let's  eat  and  eat  'em  without  stoppin'. 

MATHER  D,  KIMBALL, 


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JULIUS   C/ESAR      EDUCATIONALIZED 


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Marcus    Antonius    (School    Board)  —  Oh,    pardon    me,    thon    patient    prey    of 
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ALDRICU,  H.  B. 
ANDERSON,  W.  J. 
ANDREWS,  THUS.  S. 
BANNEN,  JAMES. 
BLEYER,  IIKKMAX. 
BLEYEK,  JULIUS. 
BOWDISH,  W.  A. 
BRAUX,  HERMAN. 
BRUCE,  W.  G. 
BERGER,  VICTOR  L. 
BARRY, FRANK. 
CAMPBELL,  II.  C. 
CRAMER,  WILLIAM  E. 
CRAMER,  JNO.  F. 
COLEMAN,  E.  W. 
CURTIS,  S.  M. 
COLBURN,  OTIS. 
DINGWALL,  A.  \V. 
DEUSTER,  OSCAR. 
DANKOLER,   II.  S. 
DOUGHERTY,  FRED. 
DOUGLAS,  M.  G. 
DINI.OF,   W.  S. 
EMERSON,  C.  W. 
EVERETT,  WINTER. 
FRIESE.  P.  W. 
FRIE8E,  A.  W. 
GARRISON,  JAMES. 
GREGORY,  JOHN  G. 
HOYT,  M.  A. 
HOOKER,  W.  F. 
HANNAN,  JOHN  J. 
HARBACK,  F.  M. 
KRACKOWIZER,  E.  W. 


KING,  CHARLES. 
KEENE,  FRANK. 
KERR,  GEORGE  F. 
LEGLER,  II.  E. 
LUSH,  C.   K. 
MARKLE,  FRANK. 
MYRICK,  II.   P. 

M'INTOSH,  M.  E. 
MALKOFF,  M.  D. 

MULHOLLAND,  THOMPSON. 

M'MANUS,  JGS.  D. 

NEUSSE,  GEO.  C. 
POLLOCK,  W.  W. 
PECK,  GEO.  W. 
PECK,  GEO.  W.,  JR. 
PUTNAM,  FRANK. 
POPPENDIECK,  JOHN,  JR. 
RUBLEE, HORACE. 
RUBLEE,  W.  A. 
REMY,  O.  E. 

RICHARDSON,  SCUDDAY. 
STARKEY,  D.  B. 
SCHINDLER,  J.  J. 
SCHOENECKER,  V.  J . 
SCHILLING,  ROBERT. 
S'.'ll  MT/LER.  J.  J. 
TREAT,  C.   M. 
TOFI-T,   A.  J. 
UNDERWOOD,   II.  G. 
WA  TKOl'S,  J.   A. 
WALTHALL,  W .  T.,  JR. 
WOLF,  JOHN  R. 
WATROUS,  R.   B. 
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CAMPSIE,  JOHN  W. 
ELDRIDGE,  E.  C. 
HOWARD,  SAMUEL. 
KIMBALL,  M.  D. 
MOORE,  W.  L. 
PAIXE,  C.  M. 

OSBORX,  C.  S. 
GARDNER,  W.  E. 


AUER,  LOUIS. 
BROWN,  SHERMAN. 
CARRINGTON,  MISS  ABBIE 
HOBART,  H.  C. 
KEENE,  THOS.  W. 
LITT,  JACOB. 


PECKIIAM,  GEO.  W. 
SALISBURY,  C.   P. 
SCHULTZ,  H.  C. 
THIESE,  A. 
VAN  LESHOUT,  A.  J. 
WRIGHT,  A.  G. 


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KRAUS,  MICHAEL. 


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PABST,  FREDERICK. 
PAYNE,  H.  C. 
RICHTER,  AUG.,  JR. 
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Deceased. 


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QUINN,  ED.  S. 
DANKOLER,  E.  D. 


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